Chris Travis - Growed On Me | Текст песни

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• Chris Travis
• Growed On Me

[Hook x2]
She growed on me [x6]
It grows on me, I swear it grows on me

[Verse 1]
I'm just getting high, I'm slowing down on syrup
Just fat blunts of indica, yeah that calm my nerves
In the perch house, perching hard, like a bird
Bitch, that mean I'm super chilling, no care in the world
I can make you a woman, no silly little girl
Got them cd where I'm at, if you need a serve
Batmobile look like my whip, watch a nigga swerve
While your ass watching me you 'bout to hit the curb
Man your bitch looked at me and had a lot for words
My bitch look like a dead, in a way her body curve
You niggas talking drug dealer but don't ever serve
Every time I hit you up you say you out of words