David Guetta - Trampoline (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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David Guetta - Trampoline (en) Lyrics
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Bounce that shit, make
it go, trampoline
Bounce that shit to the
floor, trampoline
Boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing-oing, boing-
oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing, bounce that shit
make it go, trampoline
Bitches run-in with my style,
they should thank me
Talking real wild to me
and for your safety
Feelin' real immortal, but
aliens won't take me far
Hundreds got me turning to an avatar
Niggas that be shadin' wanna fuck
me, isn't that bizarre?
High class bitch, feed me caviar
Yeah, I might be rich, but
the hood in my repertoire
Bouncing like I need it back
and then you catch it
Oh, you wanna be a dog,
then who fetching?
Diamonds dance on me, baby,
this here a new set
Did a lap on a bitch and
I'm up two exits
Missy met me, they're like,
"Who sweatin'?"
Said we heading to the bank and
then let's do breakfast
Two chains, but my bitches
call me two necklace
Had to pass that shit, 'cause
I be too reckless, uh
If Guetta made it, then it's a hit
If Doechii wears it,
then it's expensive
Tight-ass box so, in a way, I'm gifted
I need a pot the way
I've been shitting
Hand me a rock for all the
bitches I'm skipping
Hand me the chalk, the whole
board fuck with me
You bitches ain't scoring, you bitches
torn, straight limping
I'm busy touring with Lindsey
Lauren and Solana
You bitches drama, I'm bouncing
records in Bahamas
In Benihana, you need a
hug, you need a father
You need some guala, the way I'm
spinning it ain't proper
Might need a doctor for this debacle
Bounce that ass in tropical,
is that ass a fraud or no?
I need me a president, can
I swipe your card or no?
Rich-ass bitch, that's evident,
so I need all my settlements
That's why I keep my hoes between
my legs like they my residents
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