Текст Chris Travis – Growed On Me (2:17 A.M)

She growed on me
x6
It grows on me, I swear it grows on me

She growed on me

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
Gotham City 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 deer, 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 work

She growed on me
x6
It grows on me, I swear it grows on me

She growed on me
x6
It grows on me, I swear it grows on me