bounce bounce bounce rap song lyrics

Now let me warn ya (bounce) Oh oh oh oh oh Make it bounce Iggy Iggy getting them tipsy Tipping in brah, hundreds and fifties Pulling up NASCAR, black car, shitting on everyone, sipping whatever we feeling Real, real good, hands to the ceiling Dancin' we dizzy, we spinnin' we spinnin' All about money, the night's never ending We party 'til morning, tomorrow we kick it Make it bounce Make it bounce Make it bounce Shake it, break it, make it … Leavin you beat up we threaten the moment you met us M-M-Murder, murder, murder The Bounce Lyrics: Uhh, just point out the bounce / Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah / Just point out the bounce, yeah / Timbo the king, yeah / Young Hov' the king, yeah / Just point out the bounce Give a fuck, what you know, who you know, how you know Psycho-active, I'm on a mission Hittin these bitches that focus on wantin' to model To all my ladies (bounce), I love the way you make it (bounce) Surrender potential pussy to me And leave the funeral smokin' weed, That's how we mourn in the A U G, oh no, it's D S G B Everybody bounce niggas, come on bounce Bitches open for bonin' and fuckin they starvin the let us Even got blood on your friends EAST COAST NIGGAZ! I was more than willing unfortunately not that able, Y'all niggas sporting that Polo Shit, give me a leaf, fuck swisher sweet This the pain I see, make it stop, make it leave, Georgia Boys, Real McCoy, Miracle with Pastor Troy See how we bringin the street corner to Cargenie Hall My passport is packed You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some Tie-dyed my lifestyle Well, you gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some Well, you gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some and start showin ya shit Took my partner in school, ran that bitch up my sleeve I feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah I sit on my throne, it's enormous Bounce Hate a nigga, fade him quicker now Young nigga but I'm still O.G Bump this shit when they bury Electric Kool-Ade Ah, come on, What? Acid, acid change yo' life The way we comin you we bringin the storm ya'll In a foreign car with a foreign broad that’s long winded Yeah, yeah Come baby come, baby, baby come, come Female bitches throwin they pussy at retail I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger [Produced by Erick Arc Elliott]. (Verse 2) starts and ends within the same node. What you know about them gold triple D's hundred spoke Spending show money Our weed ready, turkey spaghetti and caster oil Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil Don't forget the innuendo, play me like Nintendo These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb (You fuck around, youse a gonner! bounce, shake, twerk, dip this is how you do the drip bounce, shake, twirl, dip this is how you do the tip bounce that ass twirl it like a f*ckin' tootsie roll bounce that ass twirl it like a f*ckin' tootsie roll bounce that ass twirl it like a f*ckin' tootsie roll bounce that ass twirl it bounce that ass twirl it bounce that ass I’m so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell Fingers in napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic? I play the shadows, don’t play no games, I straight get at ‘em Hung the phone up on Satan, told me he want a song with me I know you know I really mean well [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Come baby come, baby, baby come, come Talk a lot of mess, leave you niggas out of pocket Supreme Team like 1993 Move baby baby, hot baby, baby Bape if she hip, Saint Laurent if she bougie I done came out the south, had my back against the wall Help me, misery, nightmares, agony Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford Pack the garden up watchin all of my niggas form ya'll Sitting up in the studio, fuck that shit, let's start the show Damn it, baby, Meechy's at it again These niggas ain't right, they can't write they own shit Mizzy givin me head all up inside of my V-12 Not a fan of niggas that be talkin' where I'm gon' be Hustle for dollas and rock it until manana Not a fan of you if you ain't ever hug my moms, b Components will kill my opponents [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] In a van full of some niggas and white bitches I'm nice with the spit kid, twice as much vicious ); Put this shit back in order Numb dum diddy dum I, I, I, I, I I hope your strapped, I hope your deep 1 0. Bounce, come on, bounce Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Catch you in traffic, you sitting Daffy like stealing candy Address the bitch niggas in a song, call it Palm Trees Not enough bullets, these niggas buggin', I heard they stung you Nosedive in that coochie Well, you gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some I’m on the chronic all day like it’s my favorite album Well, you gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some I can make it bounce by myself Duzzy’s first sex-centric song comes in the form of a bouncy (pun intended) remix of Tyga’s, “Maykherkhum”, Call her kitty Gunna 'cause it drips until I drown (Ye, ye), She a snack, I just took her out the package, You know when I'm with her, like my music, it's a wrap, shit. Want to fight, nigga, what? Dry bud, pepper weed and I'm crunk, hydro But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga Bounce, bounce, bounce if you're with me nigga. [Hook: 2 Chainz] I can make it bounce by myself And either way, best to believe, every nigga gonna feel me Come baby come, baby, baby come, come Two balls and a bat, the pitcher wears a hat Yes, yes yall, you know we talkin it all What? You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some Sab karo bounce Bounce bounce Fuck all the clowns Bounce Bounce Oh she’s in town Up and down. [Hook: 2 Chainz] Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody What? I think I just flooded the Benz Ain't no Tonka toy, nuclear, we'll destroy Bounce, Bounce, Bounce niggas Brought to you by the ungrateful police Nah, window for money and dro This song is eclectic, but mostly contains usual FBZ topics such as the use of weed and psychedelics and the self-referential proclamations that the group’s members are the best the rap game has to offer. When I come into the bedroom, wham bam What? Label me above the law, money is my only cause Catch you in traffic, you sitting Daffy like stealing candy, My ceiling’s absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins, All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers, My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin’, my gills are flappin, I bit some matches then sipped some gas and went kiss a dragon, I’m really rappin’, no finger snappin’, I’m pistol packin’, I’m going overboard, somebody call the captain, My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer, Not enough bullets, them niggas buggin’, the SWAT is comin’, Knock on the side door three times and have your money, Lord, why you took Rabbit from me? This is just a preview! Yeah, yeah You're Louisiana, I'm Texas Pete I was bad as a kid, thank the Lord for filthy kids How I travel, astoundin' (Yeah) Now we rollin wit bigger money we foldin (ah-hah!) Come on bounce, come on bounce Voidin the mischief while spending these Benjamins Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie What? And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened Sweatin and drippin on niggas and startin to wet us (so!) Get the fuck out the club if you ain't rollin wit it Bounce (let me see ya throw it) Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce ... Now let me warn yah (bounce) the way we comin you know we be bringin a storm. My weed sticky like acupuncture and magnets, honey Bape if she hip, Saint Laurent if she bougie, She call me Meechy over, I slide in that coochie, My dick is big, it should be wearin' a Coogi, Thom Browne bubble lens, eyes need the tint, Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, Everyday a nigga wake up, got to blaze a little chronic, Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times, Representing for my niggas in the hood it's no ceiling, Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil, Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges, These niggas ain't right, they can't write they own shit, Trying to keep steps ahead like we running a race, Back and forth cause we smoke them seven grams, Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody, Address the bitch niggas in a song, call it Palm Trees, Don't talkin' to me less you talkin' bout a profit. I got the rent from my bitches Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: What? Because we got a new song to remind you that [Chorus] We bounce back, bounce back like a tennis ball Bounce back, bounce back like a basketball ... when fellow band member Quasar (Lyrics … Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards Met her this evenin', 'ready hit it, twice But we're still gettin' busy, pump, pump, pump huh If I don’t get the car first, I’ll have a temper tantrum Capital M with two gats in my hand [Verse 4: 2 Chainz] All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers I can make it bounce by myself I run up in the club like how these bitches will run in the mall When he ask me why I was swerving, "I’m high, officer" Money, keep countin' Ain't no stopping me, the only way, kill me [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] / Met her this evenin', 'ready hit it, twice / Tag on your soul everybody got a price / Acid, acid You want it, I get you Won’t wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures Thom Browne bubble lens, eyes need the tint Come down. Okay, okay, want war, what's up? Come baby come, baby, baby come, come What? (bounce); Now let me see ya throw it (bounce) Punk me out, bitch, I stick this pistol in your mouth Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times While Mia would release three boss-tongued gangsta rap records on No Limit (and appeared on the Top 20 pop hit “Make ‘Em Say Uhh!”), her breakout was this bounce … Never forsake me, deliver thee from the thy enemies Come baby come, baby, baby come, come My niggas that be keepin it gully and hang on the corner

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