Grown Flex - CHIP, Bugzy Malone

Oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do

Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too

Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too

Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do come true

Fanatix

My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my boo, my friend (My slime, my thot)

If the mandem buss out (Sweet)

I praise me and you will end, ah

If you forgive me once (Once)

You never have to forgive me again, yeah ('gain, yeah)

My ex was a seven or eight

Could you be my ten?

And if my baby 'ready got a baby, I’mma love her child like she mine, yeah

Young and wavey, but I’m almost ready, you can have some more, just give it

time, yeah

My babe, my love, my bab, my slime, my boo, my friend (Uh)

All I need in this life of sin is family, God, and you, and my pen

Ah, stick a move (Stick again)

We not lose (We win it baby)

Baby, please don’t judge you ain’t been in my shoes (I ain’t judging you)

Make a couple M’s and that’s a meal for you (We share it baby)

Paris reservations, that’s a meal for two

And if I hit one knee, say you’ll never leave

You see, I’m there for mine, would you be there for me

Through sickness and through health, would you still care for me?

Through all of my darkest nights, when nobody there for me

Oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do

Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too

Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too

Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do come true

Look, yo

My baby, my rider and my day dot, I ain’t got say much, ah

Felt like a test in the beginning, but then we got an A+, ah

I love your mom, and your nan, and your sister, the way that they raised ya

Can we have a lil' boy or a girl soon?

And we don’t Paris, the crib is a bone palace

I don’t really roam for long, but I run over there like «Give me your number

miss»

Smash that, made her wifey

I know we’ve got matchin' Pradas, back then we never had matchin' Nikes

And you know she’s a real one when she don’t care if you countin' M’s,

or tens in fiveses, mad

Ah, stick a move (Stick again)

We not lose (We win it baby)

Baby, please don’t judge you ain’t been in my shoes (I ain’t judging you)

Make a couple M’s and that’s a meal for you (We share it baby)

Paris reservations, that’s a meal for two

And if I hit one knee, say you’ll never leave

You see, I’m there for mine, would you be there for me

Through sickness and through health, would you still care for me?

Through all of my darkest nights, when nobody there for me

My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my

Man dem bust out, I bust out

I-i-i-if you forgive me once

You never have to forgive me again, yeah ('gain, yeah)

My ex was a seven or eight

Could you be my ten-ten?

Fanatix

Oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do

Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too

Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too

Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do come true