Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bounce B**** , by - Memphis Bleek. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Bounce B**** |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Huh, huh |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Y’all ain’t ready for this shit |
| Y’all ain’t ready |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Let’s go, yo You ho’s know I stay jig |
| ROC wear sweat suits |
| Type to pull up on your block |
| 2G benz coupe and you know |
| I ain’t even got to spit no game |
| I just show you the chain |
| Then I’m getting some brain |
| Hit it left, right, left |
| Like I’m bouncing with drama |
| Just light up a light |
| Put that glow on the arm |
| I let you sip Don |
| If the Cris’too strong |
| Once the bitch drunk |
| Then she showing that thong |
| As we proceed |
| Got her rolling the weed |
| Hydro eyes low on our way to the p’s |
| Ya’ll know I go I be nervy than deez |
| Niggas who scheme |
| Niggas who be trying to get Bleek |
| So you know I keep the heat |
| I be ready to creep |
| Nine low, bright though |
| Get a quick thirteen |
| Violate you’ll see |
| You can die this week |
| Motherfucker I don’t play |
| I get this cream, jigga |
| 1 — Bounce bitch |
| Let’s get it poppin' |
| You fucking with this thug |
| Who love to go shopping |
| Love to cop jewels to light up my crew |
| So bitch act right |
| You could light up to, but |
| Bounce bitch |
| Let’s get it poppin |
| You fucking with this thug |
| Who know when they’re watching |
| You know I aint frontin' |
| Show me something |
| Bitch, you act right |
| I might buy you you something |
| Ayo you know the wife |
| She the type you aint seen duke |
| She love a thug |
| When he dressed in them jean suits |
| Wifebeaters |
| With that ice that bling duke |
| She know the Memph |
| Get 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’s briggets all that classy shit |
| And you know next step |
| Now she giving me head |
| 6a.m 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’s 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 leaving tomorrow |