| 3 chainz, owww
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| Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
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| And skate off after, engage in laughter ‘bout what just happened
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| Fingers and napkins get sent to mammies; |
| is that too graphic?
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| Catch you in traffic, you sitting daffy like stealing candy
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| My ceiling’s absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins
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| All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
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| My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin', my gills are flappin'
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| I bend some matches, then sip some gas and went kissed a dragon
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| I’m really rappin', I’m finger snappin', I’m pistol packin'
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| Y’all niggas slippin', my swag is drippin', so here’s a napkin
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| What’s really happnin' bro?
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| Verbal attackin', I’m showing passion
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| Know what I mean, see I’m the king like I’m from Akron
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| I’m going overboard, somebody call the captain
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| And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones
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| I’m so high I can sing to a chandelier
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| My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer
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| Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons
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| Not enough bullets, them niggas buggin', the squad is comin'
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| AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin', aim at ya nugget
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| My weed sticky like acupuncture and magnus honey
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| Knock on the side door three times and have your money
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| Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I’ll slap a junkie
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| I’m having lunch with Italian Sonny, don’t ask the subject
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| Lord why you took Rabbit from me, he say don’t ask me nothing
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| Too many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundles
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| Not enough bullets, these niggas buggin', I heard they stung you
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| It’s gon' be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddle
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| Them shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don’t even mumble
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| I’m back to ballin', I’m in the back full of magnums only
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| Pull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor Troy
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| Our weed ready, turkey spaghetti and Castrol oil
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| That’s codeine turn your guillotine to a fashion show
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| In 4 minutes I’ll turn this into forensics in a foreign car with a foreign broad
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| That’s long winded, paper long, and you taking long, you just don’t get it
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| Hung the phone up and Satan want a song with me
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| Hotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950s
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| In a van full of some niggas and white bitches
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| Get pulled over for swervin' like «Hi, officer,»
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| When he ask me why I was swerving, «I'm high, officer.»
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
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| So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
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| I change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your Saturn
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| I bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladder
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| I make her straddle then gather and calculate the data
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| I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle
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| I play the shadows, don’t play no games, I straight get at ‘em
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| I’m on the chronic all day like it’s my favorite album
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| A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancer
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| If I don’t get the car first, I’ll have a temper tantrum
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| I’m innovative, I demonstrated, this nigga played it
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| I don’t care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me
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| I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy, then kiss the baby
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| Get situated, get keys off table, then leave her 80
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| I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger
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| Won’t wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures
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| I’m so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell
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| These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb
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| I got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnail
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| I feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah
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| I’m doing this shit like whatever
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| When I go I’mma leave for the better
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| I told her you dig like a shovel
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| I want a Ferrari in yellow
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| Just so I can match all my yellow bitches
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| I been a playa since elementary
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| I got more bars than a penitentiary
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| I got a clip that hang several inches
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself
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| I can make it bounce by myself |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bounce , by - 2 Chainz. Song from the album COLLEGROVE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп