Bounce (feat. Icandy)
Shawty she gone throw it back
Just like a hula hoop
Put that dick up in her stomach
Like when I be counting blues
Yeah yeah
In a range in a coupe
I'm really bout my business
I might pull up in a suit
Shawty she gone throw it back
Just like a hula hoop
Put that dick up in her stomach
Like when I be counting blues
Yeah yeah
In a range in a coupe
I'm really bout my business
I might pull up in a suit
And I can't fuck with shorty
If she acting brand new
You can't be lady
And go be somebody's boo
My momma always told son
Watch how you move
I know I gotta make it
Then gone bless my mama dukes
Yeah I really want them diamonds
Wet just like a pool
And I want that ass up on me
Baby what it do
And I want that ass up on me
Baby what it do
She gone bounce that ass yeah
Bounce that ass yeah
She gone make it clap yeah
Make it clap yeah
She gone bounce that ass yeah
Bounce that ass yeah
She gone make it clap yeah
Make it clap yeah
We don't fuck with fakes yeah
Don't fuck snakes yeah
Put her in her place yeah
Make it shake yeah
I just walked in the building yeah
I'm the shit yeah
You looking like a star
Gone and take a pic yeah
Diamonds on my wrist
Make a broke bitch stare
She said she don't like me
And I don't even care
He fucking with a raw bitch
Big bossing
Got a brand new grill
And that bitch flossing
I'ma bend it over yeah
Gone shake yeah
Put it in reverse yeah
I'ma run it back yeah
You got a lot of money yeah
Gone spend it yeah
Wanna take me out yeah
Ruth's Chris yeah
Just like a hula hoop
Put that dick up in her stomach
Like when I be counting blues
Yeah yeah
In a range in a coupe
I'm really bout my business
I might pull up in a suit
Shawty she gone throw it back
Just like a hula hoop
Put that dick up in her stomach
Like when I be counting blues
Yeah yeah
In a range in a coupe
I'm really bout my business
I might pull up in a suit
And I can't fuck with shorty
If she acting brand new
You can't be lady
And go be somebody's boo
My momma always told son
Watch how you move
I know I gotta make it
Then gone bless my mama dukes
Yeah I really want them diamonds
Wet just like a pool
And I want that ass up on me
Baby what it do
And I want that ass up on me
Baby what it do
She gone bounce that ass yeah
Bounce that ass yeah
She gone make it clap yeah
Make it clap yeah
She gone bounce that ass yeah
Bounce that ass yeah
She gone make it clap yeah
Make it clap yeah
We don't fuck with fakes yeah
Don't fuck snakes yeah
Put her in her place yeah
Make it shake yeah
I just walked in the building yeah
I'm the shit yeah
You looking like a star
Gone and take a pic yeah
Diamonds on my wrist
Make a broke bitch stare
She said she don't like me
And I don't even care
He fucking with a raw bitch
Big bossing
Got a brand new grill
And that bitch flossing
I'ma bend it over yeah
Gone shake yeah
Put it in reverse yeah
I'ma run it back yeah
You got a lot of money yeah
Gone spend it yeah
Wanna take me out yeah
Ruth's Chris yeah
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Writer(s): Lil Vlone
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