Just A Little Bit..
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I want a grown man
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( i want a grown man yeah yeah yeahhh)
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Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on,
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grown man on, grown man on,
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Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on.
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White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home.
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cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on,
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cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on.
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[Torica]
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He care more about his rims than his timbs,
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(?) (thats not what i want)
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he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey,
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(thats not what i want)
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he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors,
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(thats not what i want)
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yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act,
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(thats not what i want)
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[Miss B]
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See i be the type that be lookin for a star,
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6 foot 1 i hope he standin at the bar,
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i just be gettin my hopes up man,
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im lookin for the one, not a one night stand,
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white tee's baggy jeans, yo im tired of that scene,
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throwback, fitted caps, give me somethin else please,
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i aint the one that be chargin niggas fee's,
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take some money get cha gear up,
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bless a nigga like he sneezed (achoo)
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hell nah i aint lookin for da ice,
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but a stand up guy has to dress real nice,(nice)
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what? too much to ask for right?
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pull ya pants up nigga, i aint sayin wear em tight.
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Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on,
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grown man on, grown man on,
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Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on.
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White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home.
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cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on,
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cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on.
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Can i get a pair of jeans and a button down,(yes)
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white tee underneath see you grown now,
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braided or faded dont matter to me,
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prefer the even steven, no offence im talkin bout me,
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im talkin bout B and what i like in a man,
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put that nigga on a sweater and a nice pair of pants,
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i aint sayin everyday, i like the preppy look,
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but when you courtin missbehavin do it by the books,
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so ladies if you feelin me just wave ya hands in the air,
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and wave em all around like you just dont care,
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bein a grown man, get cha number back now,
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look around homie grown men come rare,
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put him in a nice shirt, air forces,
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treat em to the Grammy's then i might source him,
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but boy stay fly, think a nigga endorsed him,
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took a class in miss B like i forced him.
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He care more about his rims than his timbs,
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(?) (thats not what i want)
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he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey,
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(thats not what i want)
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he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors,
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(thats not what i want)
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yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act,
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(thats not what i want)
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Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on,
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grown man on, grown man on,
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Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on.
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White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home.
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cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on,
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cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on.
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mmmm hmmm mmmm hmmmmm.
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Grown Man
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| Jermaine Dupri |
