Bounce (feat. Twista & Bun B)

It's all about the money

Not the honey, the money

Bounce to this

Bounce to this

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Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Twista

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em with the motherfuckin' style like Big Bro

Breakin' 'em off with the urgency

No one, nobody can murder me

I'm an anomoly with a a sick flow

Tip toe throught the valley of death

Hit 'em with the shot gun

Put the smoke up inside of your chest

It don't matter how you wanna

With the weed or the wrapper

'Cause I'ma give it to you until you out of your breath

Or hit 'em in the eye with the left

Southpawed out y'all

To get the lyrical outlaw

Still 'em in the mouth, in the jaw

Kill 'em with the wordplay

'Cause everything I say comin' out raw

Like guillotine, stooge

Send a fiend for the Gucci

Fuckin' on the Billie Jean groupie

But mystical like a sufi

Flow with the mentality

As if I'm in a jellabiya and a kufi

But do somethin' to me

Then I'm like "What's up?"

I will not give a fuck, nobody I can trust

Homie I got the opps, homie I gotta bust

Phonies I'ma crush

Like Tony I got the Touch

Put 'em in the crush like crazy jiu-jitsu

Can't face me it's the Twista to who hit you

Motherfucker who you talkin' shit to

I could creep up on 'em in a long coat like a Shih Tzu

Boogeyman I'ma come and get you

Tell a bitch "You look good"

That I wanna see her make it bounce, make it bounce

Infront of me while I be sippin' on Ciroc in VIP

And feelin' lovely and blowin' on the ounce (On the ounce)

You ain't gotta be ashamed for what you do for Twist, why?

I wanna see you dance

But if you can't then all you gotta do is this

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce to this

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

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Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

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Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

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Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

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Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Trill OG

Motherfuckers know me, yep

And they already know what I came for

When I show up with trill ass ****

That'll po' up and blow up the goddamn game bro (Bro)

And I'm back with some new shit

Trill ass true shit

Nah this ain't Mo' with the same old (What)

Wack shit that you heard that other jackass spit

Fuck that sucka **** he a lame ho

I'ma ride for the city I'm from (From)

And no you can't do what I done (Done)

Got hands don't need no guns

So when I come through watch fuck boys run

Right off the top, right off the rip

I'll 1 and 2 ya then bust your lip (Damn)

And if I see you reach for your hip

Then guarantee I'ma leave with an empty clip

(Hold up) That ain't no trip, **** don't slip (Slip)

And the brand new Fo's don't slide (Slide)

Waitin' on me to fall off

Don't hold your breath

You're in for a long ass ride (Ride)

And you know I'ma represent that Lone Star State that's where I reside

And that's where I'm from, that's what I'm 'bout

Them candy cars and that Buck Cody

Them 84's that pokin' out

Chrome blaze that's on the chop

Push a button and drop the top

Then I drop the fifth and that trunk get popped (Get popped)

A death like this cost seven exposures

So sit back and enjoy the show while we blow Swishas a Dosha

Until we bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce to this

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Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

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Bounce to this

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