Bounce

Bouncin' in this hoe, bouncin' in this bitch Club fuckin' lit, diamonds on my wrist
Girl on my hip, bitin' my damn lip She took me home and didn't make me work for it
Bouncin' in this hoe, bouncin' in this bitch Club fuckin' lit, diamonds on my wrist
Girl on my hip, bitin' my damn lip She took me home and didn't make me work for it

She know that she got me, nothing can stop me Then she pulled it out, gave me sloppy to not be
Kissed her on the neck and I'm rockin' that body Hit it from the back, she's screamin', don't stop, poppy
She moves so seductively and so damn shy With that wicked smile, she don't make you believe a lie
Them thick-ass thighs, man, she let me come inside Took me for a fuckin' ride with her, then a slip and slide down

Bouncin' in this hoe, bouncin' in this bitch Club fuckin' lit, diamonds on my wrist
Girl on my hip, bitin' my damn lip She took me home and didn't make me work for it
Bouncin' in this hoe, bouncin' in this bitch Club fuckin' lit, diamonds on my wrist
Girl on my hip, bitin' my damn lip She took me home and didn't make me work for it

Nasty, nasty, this girl is so nasty Ass so fat that I can't let it pass me
Straight from the hood, man, fuck bein' classy The best head I ever got, if you ask me
She's always down for whatever's the deal She ain't lookin' for love, she ain't lookin' for thrills
If loops could kill in high heels She makin' play for the blue face, hundred dollar bills

Bouncin' in this hoe, bouncin' in this bitch Club fuckin' lit, diamonds on my wrist
Girl on my hip, bitin' my damn lip She took me home and didn't make me work for it
Bouncin' in this hoe, bouncin' in this bitch Club fuckin' lit, diamonds on my wrist
Girl on my hip, bitin' my damn lip She took me home and didn't make me work for it



Credits
Writer(s): John Jackson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link