| Ay, now make it bounce
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| Bend it over, touch your toes, stretch it out
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| Baby this your favorite song, go work it out
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| Stunt on these niggas and bitches who wanna doubt
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| You know what you about, go head and go make it bounce
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| Now throw it at me, watch me catch it like Fritz Dog
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| Oh yeah they hate but love to keep me in they mouth
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| He run this town and shit, I guess he got some clout
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| It’s safe to say these lil' niggas won’t make it out
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| I hit the spliff and then I wash it with the brown
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| Cardio when I’m in it, you shed them pounds
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| And she just wanna point me in the right direction
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| A couple boy bands on me my shit on One Direction
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| I switch it up, I dish it out, I pull up points like Stephen
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| «I'm with my girls I’m going out,» That’s what you say when texting
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| Bitch what the fuck, pick up your phone, he left like ten voice messages
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| He burn you out, I charge you up and ride that ass like
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| Versace frames, Manolo pumps, you always stepping
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| They can’t relate, these niggas late
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| That’s why we keep them guessing
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| We’ll fuck them up, give them reasons for the pound
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| Yeah you know what you about
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| Go head and go make it bounce
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| Go work it out
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| Ay, go work it out
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| Now make it bounce, ay |