Bounce

Okay, o-o-o-okay
Okay, o-o-o-okay, are we ready?
The bitches love me, that's why they scream and shout

Every time she come around, she shears shit down
She one of the baddest bitches in town
She have model niggas flexing, pulling bands out
She get it how she live, and she makes that ass

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bitch bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bitch bounce

No shit
Lil' momma one of the baddest bitches around here, hands down
Hand her downtown, 13 flowing
Inhaling my weed, while she was making that ass bounce

Drinking Patrón with her, and smoking out the ounce
Led to us making the movie on the couch
She got a nigga, and I got her sneaking out the house
Walking 'round in her panties with no blouse

Fucking with other niggas bitches, yeah, that's what I'm 'bout
And money start calling, then it's time to bounce
Time is money, money is power
They swear they smoking loud, but we smoking louder

Every time she come around, she shears shit down
She one of the baddest bitches in town
She have model niggas flexing, pulling bands out
She get it how she live, and she makes that ass

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bitch bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bitch bounce

Look at how she bouncin', get on top and bounce it
Big ol' booty make a nigga spill up that allowance
Baby girl on my demeanor, say she gotta have it

Pull-pull it out the hat, I wanna see her do that magic
She got that circus head, so I told that bitch the clown
Watch her lick it up, watch her lick that bitch down
Spend my keys in the club, then that bitch bounce

Circulating through the city on my paper route
Join my boy Young Dolph, strictly for the strippers
When we hit the club, ballin' bitches come get with us
Got this motherfucker bouncin', yeah, you know we been it
And where we go, we gon' keep that bitch yeah

Every time she come around, she shears shit down
She one of the baddest bitches in town
She have model niggas flexing, pulling bands out
She get it how she live, and she makes that ass

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bitch bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bitch bounce

We in the club smoking, surrounded by hella bitches
I gave her my weed after she asked me, can she hit it
I ain't tripping, I roll another up
We in this bitch tipping girls with the bubble bra

I told that bitch bounce, make it double dribble
Trendsetter, nothing like the other niggas
Polo shorts, pair of Prada and a white Beader
Matching shades on, cooler than a freezer

The way she bouncing it, I had to feel that
I fucked that bitch and made her bounce it, she still mad
I left the club in something that go real fast
I got your bitch with me and I'm about to kill that

I'm about to kill that, I'm about to kill that



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Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Adolph Thornton, Hayward Ivy
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