Juicy J - Bounce It (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Juicy J - Bounce It (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, we gon' stay
trippy for life, mane
Yeah, I'm 'bout to take your girl
Bounce it
Check it
Bounce it, bounce it,
bounce it, bounce it
I’m about to throw a couple
thousand, thousand
I’m about to throw a couple thousand
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
Work your way up to them big face
hundreds, just bounce it
I love the way she slow dance,
she make me throw more bands
Grabbin' ass with both hands, she
in love with the dope man
She wanna be my main chick,
I was thinkin' different
Clap that ass, light our blunt,
baby, let’s get ig'nant
She’s strips for the Gs,
rake cash like leaves
She got double Ds, and ain’t shit free
Came with my goons but I’m
leavin' with a diva
With an ass like Serena and
a face like Aaliyah
Redbone in some red bottoms
She ain’t finished college,
she a head doctor
Bouncin ass while I’m gettin' high
as propellers on a helicopter
Let’s do it again, me,
you and your friend
We don’t even need a room, give
me head up in my Benz
Where my double cup?
Time to pour it up
Got a bitch so bad you can’t
afford to fuck, bounce it
(Wale though, le'go)
Hands is on her you know what
'Cause bands a make her you know what
And I can make a girl break fast
My pants be on that too much lunch
And I’m ’bout whatever baby, take
a photo, I’m lookin' good
And these breezies are so beneath you,
understand you’re misunderstood
Premium leather goods, we
pay whatever for it
Over these pussy niggas,
only under influence
Throw a block up then I
back out, like that
Roll a pack out, took a
light hit, might nap
Got a thick bitch with a
trip stick I’ma smack
And a bucket but we nothin' but tatted
Bald-headed scallywags,
real niggas salute me
Catch me at that Memphis game,
seats saved by Rudy
Or Marc Gasol, or Selby do,
that’s plenty dough
That’s Juicy J, Folarin, got
it then get me those, Ralph
Turn up, Juicy be trippy
and paid up like Diddy
Toss up that cash and she
show me her kitty
Got some white girl and a white girl
Do a Montana line off of her titty
Ain’t tryna fuck, I just
found a replacement
Feelin' so global, I
think I need Asian
Ratchet on deck and they
know I’m gon’ stunt
I’m tryna get head while
smokin' a blunt
Take her to my hotel,
beat the pussy up
I don’t know her name,
but I wanna fuck
Along came Molly, then came Doobie
Then codeine in a Styrofoam cup
See me in the club, bands
pop, they poppin'
Do it real good, might
take you shoppin'
All these racks can’t fit in my pocket
Keep that stack, hundred
K in the stockin'
Then it’s back to my room,
she come out her dress
Slob on my knob, think
you know the rest
I don’t buy these broads Nike, but
I keep these girls in check
Workin' for that money, bitch, you gon’
have to break a sweat, bounce it
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