Bounce
Just...
Just...
Just...
Just do it for the vine, nah I ain't gon' do it,
Throw that ass back, and let it move to the music,
Hittin' every beat cause you know I keep it groovin',
Take it for a ride baby, let's just keep it cruisin',
Give you that shit that's out of this world,
Don't you be scared just give it a whirl,
Have you in shit you never even heard,
You know you a dime, but what bout a pearl?
Grind on me like we playin' Pretty Ricky,
Ain't built a wall but you got me on bricky,
In play house but it's not very Minnie,
Find another me, well there's not very many,
Go all day, every second, every night,
Ride every beat cause it's kinda like a bike,
Get it down pat, now I got this shit for life
Sharpening my skills cutthroat like a knife...
Red light, Green Light, Stop and Go,
Shake it real fast, then nice and slow,
All the way up from head to toe,
High to the low, better hit the floor,
Green light, Red light, go and stop,
Bend that thing over and just give it a pop,
Time is tick-ticking, no time to talk,
Lock it down baby, and show me the drop.
Lethal with the shit just pray to God,
Need a Queen for the shit so we can ménage,
Fuckin' with the gang get your ass barraged,
Got a boatload of hittas and I keep 'em docked,
Keep 'em docked, Keep 'em docked,
I ain't even keyed and they stay on lock,
If you run up on us we gon' knock your block,
Imma have to Hit 'Em Up... that's word to 'Pac,
Most of you rappers ain't rapping like me,
You go with the flow and that shit is weak,
Couldn't see me, i'm gone in a blink,
Call me the shooter, I hit 'em with three,
Pop, Pop, Pop, yes back to back,
Bitches are moles so I give 'em a wack,
You ain't really rapping, that shit is just trash,
Like how you keep talking, but not get a clap?
Red light, Green Light, Stop and Go,
Shake it real fast, then nice and slow,
All the way up from head to toe,
High to the low, better hit the floor,
Green light, Red light, go and stop,
Bend that thing over and just give it a pop,
Time is tick-ticking, no time to talk,
Lock it down baby, and show me the drop.
Hit it from the back watch me do that ass tap,
And i'll choke all you want, maybe even just a slap,
You just tell me how you want it we can do it real rough,
I can slow down for a minute, but then imma speed it up, WOO,
Always with a bad bitch never with a lame,
If i'm the gay let me put you on game,
Talk how I want, and do what I want,
And it still don't change who i'm fuckin' after song,
Who the fuck cares how I act on the outside,
And who the fuck cares if my pitch is too high,
The only thing that matters is my bitches stay fly,
Keep her in designer that you bitches ISpy,
Now we in da club, with not a 50 cent ho in it,
Single? Double? It don't matter, bottle service pour in it,
I'm in VIP, with not a single fuck to give a ho,
Take her to the crib after, yep that back im gon' blow,
Blow it out blow it out, make a wish,
I know what you thinkin' it must be this dick
Turn around, turn around, give me a twist,
I see's me some chocolate, like give me a kiss!
Red light, Green Light, Stop and Go,
Shake it real fast, then nice and slow,
All the way up from head to toe,
High to the low, better hit the floor,
Green light, Red light, go and stop,
Bend that thing over and just give it a pop,
Time is tick-ticking, no time to talk,
Lock it down baby, and show me the drop.
Bounce
Just...
Just...
Just do it for the vine, nah I ain't gon' do it,
Throw that ass back, and let it move to the music,
Hittin' every beat cause you know I keep it groovin',
Take it for a ride baby, let's just keep it cruisin',
Give you that shit that's out of this world,
Don't you be scared just give it a whirl,
Have you in shit you never even heard,
You know you a dime, but what bout a pearl?
Grind on me like we playin' Pretty Ricky,
Ain't built a wall but you got me on bricky,
In play house but it's not very Minnie,
Find another me, well there's not very many,
Go all day, every second, every night,
Ride every beat cause it's kinda like a bike,
Get it down pat, now I got this shit for life
Sharpening my skills cutthroat like a knife...
Red light, Green Light, Stop and Go,
Shake it real fast, then nice and slow,
All the way up from head to toe,
High to the low, better hit the floor,
Green light, Red light, go and stop,
Bend that thing over and just give it a pop,
Time is tick-ticking, no time to talk,
Lock it down baby, and show me the drop.
Lethal with the shit just pray to God,
Need a Queen for the shit so we can ménage,
Fuckin' with the gang get your ass barraged,
Got a boatload of hittas and I keep 'em docked,
Keep 'em docked, Keep 'em docked,
I ain't even keyed and they stay on lock,
If you run up on us we gon' knock your block,
Imma have to Hit 'Em Up... that's word to 'Pac,
Most of you rappers ain't rapping like me,
You go with the flow and that shit is weak,
Couldn't see me, i'm gone in a blink,
Call me the shooter, I hit 'em with three,
Pop, Pop, Pop, yes back to back,
Bitches are moles so I give 'em a wack,
You ain't really rapping, that shit is just trash,
Like how you keep talking, but not get a clap?
Red light, Green Light, Stop and Go,
Shake it real fast, then nice and slow,
All the way up from head to toe,
High to the low, better hit the floor,
Green light, Red light, go and stop,
Bend that thing over and just give it a pop,
Time is tick-ticking, no time to talk,
Lock it down baby, and show me the drop.
Hit it from the back watch me do that ass tap,
And i'll choke all you want, maybe even just a slap,
You just tell me how you want it we can do it real rough,
I can slow down for a minute, but then imma speed it up, WOO,
Always with a bad bitch never with a lame,
If i'm the gay let me put you on game,
Talk how I want, and do what I want,
And it still don't change who i'm fuckin' after song,
Who the fuck cares how I act on the outside,
And who the fuck cares if my pitch is too high,
The only thing that matters is my bitches stay fly,
Keep her in designer that you bitches ISpy,
Now we in da club, with not a 50 cent ho in it,
Single? Double? It don't matter, bottle service pour in it,
I'm in VIP, with not a single fuck to give a ho,
Take her to the crib after, yep that back im gon' blow,
Blow it out blow it out, make a wish,
I know what you thinkin' it must be this dick
Turn around, turn around, give me a twist,
I see's me some chocolate, like give me a kiss!
Red light, Green Light, Stop and Go,
Shake it real fast, then nice and slow,
All the way up from head to toe,
High to the low, better hit the floor,
Green light, Red light, go and stop,
Bend that thing over and just give it a pop,
Time is tick-ticking, no time to talk,
Lock it down baby, and show me the drop.
Bounce
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Manuel Clivilles, Maximino Perez, Eric S Newman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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