| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Huh, huh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Y’all ain’t ready for this shit
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| Y’all ain’t ready
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Let’s go, yo You ho’s know I stay jig
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| ROC wear sweat suits
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| Type to pull up on your block
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| 2G benz coupe and you know
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| I ain’t even got to spit no game
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| I just show you the chain
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| Then I’m getting some brain
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| Hit it left, right, left
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| Like I’m bouncing with drama
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| Just light up a light
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| Put that glow on the arm
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| I let you sip Don
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| If the Cris’too strong
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| Once the bitch drunk
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| Then she showing that thong
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| As we proceed
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| Got her rolling the weed
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| Hydro eyes low on our way to the p’s
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| Ya’ll know I go I be nervy than deez
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| Niggas who scheme
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| Niggas who be trying to get Bleek
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| So you know I keep the heat
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| I be ready to creep
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| Nine low, bright though
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| Get a quick thirteen
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| Violate you’ll see
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| You can die this week
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| Motherfucker I don’t play
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| I get this cream, jigga
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| 1 — Bounce bitch
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| Let’s get it poppin'
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| You fucking with this thug
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| Who love to go shopping
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| Love to cop jewels to light up my crew
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| So bitch act right
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| You could light up to, but
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| Bounce bitch
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| Let’s get it poppin
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| You fucking with this thug
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| Who know when they’re watching
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| You know I aint frontin'
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| Show me something
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| Bitch, you act right
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| I might buy you you something
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| Ayo you know the wife
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| She the type you aint seen duke
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| She love a thug
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| When he dressed in them jean suits
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| Wifebeaters
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| With that ice that bling duke
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| She know the Memph
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| Get deep in her spleen duke
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| I keep her jig
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| Cause I send her through Nine West
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| Your bitch bad but I keep mine dressed nigga
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| Gucci shoes, Fendi bags and shit
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| Princess cut’s briggets all that classy shit
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| And you know next step
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| Now she giving me head
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| 6a.m fuck it we could do it again
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| And I’m a Juvenile bitch
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| So back that ass up You drink, I’ma Cognac your ass up What’s your life like
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| I’m about my ends so get your peeps, I got a couple of friends
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| And I’ma tear it up shit
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| Smoke an ounce and I’m gone
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| If the cat tight
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| Fuck it Memph leaving tomorrow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bounce Bitch , by - Memphis Bleek. Song from the album The Understanding, in the genre R&B