Bounce Bitch Songtext
von Memphis Bleek
Bounce Bitch Songtext
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y′all ain't ready for this shit
Y′all ain't ready, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, yo
You hoes know I stay jig, Roc wear sweatsuits
Type to pull up on your block, 2G Benz Coupe
And you know, I ain′t even gotta spit no game
I just show you the chain, then I′m gettin' some brain
Hit it left, right, left like I′m bouncin' with drama
Just light up a light, put that glow on her arm
I′ll let you sip Don if the Cris' too strong (Uh-huh)
Once the bitch drunk, then she showin′ that thong
As we proceed, got her rollin' the weed
Hydro, eyes low, on our way to the P's
Y′all know how I go, I be nervy at these
Niggas who scheme, niggas who be tryna get bleak
So you know I keep the heat, I be ready to creep
9 Low, bright glow, get a quick thirteen
Violate, you′ll see, you could die this week
Motherfucker, I'll play, I get this cream, nigga
Bounce, bitch, let′s get it poppin'
You fuckin′ with this thug who love to go shoppin'
Love to cop jewels to light up my crew
So, bitch, you act right, you could light up too
But bounce, bitch, let′s get it poppin'
You fuckin' with this thug who know when they watchin′
You know I ain′t frontin', show me somethin′
Bitch, you act right, I might buy you somethin', so bounce
Ayo, you know the wife, she the type you ain′t seen, duke
She love a thug when he dressed in them jean suits
Wife beaters with that ice, that bling, duke
She know the Memph dig deep in her spleen, duke
I keep her jig 'cause I send her through Nine West
Your bitch bad, but I keep mine dressed, nigga
Gucci shoes, Fendi bags and shit
Princess cut, briquettes, all that classy shit
Then you know next step, now she givin′ me head
6 AM, fuck it, we could do it again
And I'm a Juvenile, bitch, so back that ass up
You drink, I'ma Cognac your ass up
What your life like? I′m about my ends
So get your peeps, I got a couple of friends
And I′ma tear it up, shit, smoke an ounce and I'm gone
If the cat tight, fuck it, Memph leavin′ 'em all, bitch
Bounce, bitch, let′s get it poppin'
You fuckin′ with this thug who love to go shoppin'
Love to cop jewels to light up my crew
So, bitch, you act right, you could light up too
But bounce, bitch, let's get it poppin′
You fuckin′ with this thug who know when they watchin'
You know I ain′t frontin', show me somethin′
Bitch, you act right, I might buy you somethin', so
Bounce, bitch, you know, huh
Bounce, bitch, y′all know, huh
Bounce, bitch, y'all know, huh
Bounce, bitch, bounce, bounce, bounce
Here we go, say bounce, bitch, get it poppin'
You know when this thug love to go shoppin′
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y′all ain't ready for this shit
Y′all ain't ready, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, yo
You hoes know I stay jig, Roc wear sweatsuits
Type to pull up on your block, 2G Benz Coupe
And you know, I ain′t even gotta spit no game
I just show you the chain, then I′m gettin' some brain
Hit it left, right, left like I′m bouncin' with drama
Just light up a light, put that glow on her arm
I′ll let you sip Don if the Cris' too strong (Uh-huh)
Once the bitch drunk, then she showin′ that thong
As we proceed, got her rollin' the weed
Hydro, eyes low, on our way to the P's
Y′all know how I go, I be nervy at these
Niggas who scheme, niggas who be tryna get bleak
So you know I keep the heat, I be ready to creep
9 Low, bright glow, get a quick thirteen
Violate, you′ll see, you could die this week
Motherfucker, I'll play, I get this cream, nigga
Bounce, bitch, let′s get it poppin'
You fuckin′ with this thug who love to go shoppin'
Love to cop jewels to light up my crew
So, bitch, you act right, you could light up too
But bounce, bitch, let′s get it poppin'
You fuckin' with this thug who know when they watchin′
You know I ain′t frontin', show me somethin′
Bitch, you act right, I might buy you somethin', so bounce
Ayo, you know the wife, she the type you ain′t seen, duke
She love a thug when he dressed in them jean suits
Wife beaters with that ice, that bling, duke
She know the Memph dig deep in her spleen, duke
I keep her jig 'cause I send her through Nine West
Your bitch bad, but I keep mine dressed, nigga
Gucci shoes, Fendi bags and shit
Princess cut, briquettes, all that classy shit
Then you know next step, now she givin′ me head
6 AM, fuck it, we could do it again
And I'm a Juvenile, bitch, so back that ass up
You drink, I'ma Cognac your ass up
What your life like? I′m about my ends
So get your peeps, I got a couple of friends
And I′ma tear it up, shit, smoke an ounce and I'm gone
If the cat tight, fuck it, Memph leavin′ 'em all, bitch
Bounce, bitch, let′s get it poppin'
You fuckin′ with this thug who love to go shoppin'
Love to cop jewels to light up my crew
So, bitch, you act right, you could light up too
But bounce, bitch, let's get it poppin′
You fuckin′ with this thug who know when they watchin'
You know I ain′t frontin', show me somethin′
Bitch, you act right, I might buy you somethin', so
Bounce, bitch, you know, huh
Bounce, bitch, y′all know, huh
Bounce, bitch, y'all know, huh
Bounce, bitch, bounce, bounce, bounce
Here we go, say bounce, bitch, get it poppin'
You know when this thug love to go shoppin′
Writer(s): Malik Cox, Mike Sandlofer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

