Lyrics Chris Travis

Chris Travis

Growed On Me

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

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