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The Bounce Lyrics


Destroy Lonely The Bounce

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Ha (Yeah)

[Chorus]
You just do too much (Do too much, yeah)
I'm with the Fives, five star, like yeah, so what? (Yeah, so what?)
Yes, I'm gettin' high like all night, yeah, I'm smoking up (Smoking up)
She in my room, shakin' her butt, lil' shawty goin' nuts
You hatin' on us, schyeah, yeah
She like to use her mouth, now she 'bout to suck (Suck)
Yeah, just calm down, we got money on us, like, what the f..ck? (Ha)
Check the bounce, she check the sound (Check the— yeah)
Check my account, ain't worried 'bout nothin', my money up (Yeah)
Ain't goin' in, yeah, we up 'til thе sun come up (Yeah, woah, woah)
What's in my cup? Just a lil' bit of mud, lil' bitch, I'm stuck (Stuck)
[Verse]
Ain't runnin' out, ain't runnin' out, we got drugs (Drugs)
I'm on thе South, link up with my niggas, yeah, what's up? (What's up?)
Don't worry about me, know I got my pistol, keep it tucked (Yeah)
Opps, ain't worried 'bout them, they ain't on shit, nah they ain't nothin' (Nothin')
She 'bout to drop that top (Top)
She 'bout to go on down and use her lips until they lock
Yeah, she tryna come to my house, but I don't keep my door unlocked (Yeah)
She keep the pussy on wet, I tell her, “Pull up and get popped” (Popped)
Bitch, you better tell your man to not pull up or he get shot (Woah, yeah)
I've got bands on bands on bands, shawty, I'm a lit rockstar (Yeah)
I've got money in my pants, so my stance a little off (Yeah)
And she tryna get a lil' mad, I ask her, “Baby, please don't start,” uh (Yeah, please don't start, yeah)
(Yeah, you just do too much, yeah)

[Chorus]
You just do too much
I'm with the Fives, five star, like yeah, so what? (Yeah, so what?)
Yes, I'm gettin' high like all night, yeah, I'm smoking up (Smoking up)
She in my room, shakin' her butt, lil' shawty goin' nuts (She goin' nuts)
You hatin' on us, yeah, yeah
She like to use her mouth, now she 'bout to suck (Suck)
Yeah, just calm down, we got money on us, like, what the f..ck? (Ha)
Check the bounce, she check the sound, yeah (Yeah)
Check my account, ain't worried 'bout nothin', my money up (Up)
Ain't goin' in, yeah, we up 'til the sun come up ('Til the sun come up)
What's in my cup? Just a lil' bit of mud, lil' bitch, I'm stuck (Yeah)


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