azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

intensify​ & bandingo ygne - bouncin' 2.0 lyrics

Loading...

[chorus: bandingo ygne]
ooh, any situation i’m a big factor (big factor)
brought out the glock with the ruger, i’m a mismatcher
ooh, baby squeeze that punani on me, okay
when i [?] i’m goin’ r+t+rded on it, okay
ooh, wood make this b+tch lean like some wokhardt (like some wokhardt)
but that b+tch ugly, she couldn’t even get my c+ck hard (yeah)
hold that n+gga down, he don’t know how i found him (huh?)
ooh, percocet 30 got me bouncin’

[verse 1: bandingo ygne]
big bankroll, i had to run this sh+t up baby (had to run it up)
but i won’t spend that dollar for your lunch baby
you want some of my money, b+tch you gotta work for it
if your credit score good, baby you can twerk for it
every time i see that boy, b+tch i’m divin’ in your sh+t (huh?)
i don’t give a f+ck if dummy with his momma or his b+tch
me and 13, like batman and robin in this b+tch
well if batman and robin rob n+ggas for they sh+t (hahaha)
i got a question lil baby, can you dig it?
have you ever came on a d+ck in every position
spend a night with me baby, bet the stroke make it [?]
know you wanna f+ck, listen to that voice, jiminy cricket
slow it down, speed it up, i’ma blow her back out
had to stop sippin’ hennessy, ’cause i’d black out
{?] seen her put her wrist up {?] make her tap out
c+cky n+gga, let my b+tch walk around with her ass out (i don’t give a f+ck)
[chorus: bandingo ygne & laady j]
ooh, any situation i’m a big factor (i’m a big factor)
brought out the glock with the ruger, i’m a mismatcher
ooh, baby squeeze that punani on me, okay
when i [?] i’m goin’ r+t+rded on it, okay (huh)
ooh, wood make this b+tch lean like some wokhardt (like some wokhardt)
but that b+tch ugly, she couldn’t even get my c+ck hard (yeah)
hold that n+gga down, he don’t know how i found him (huh?)
ooh, percocet 30 got me bouncin’ (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)

[verse 2: laady j & bandingo ygne]
listen up, i’m the leader, i’m the top star
hit it, tell you dirty little b+tches, you are not hard (you are not hard)
i get money every day, i’m a block star (aye)
runnin’ from the plug and tell that n+gga i’m a rock star (aye, aye, aye, aye)
b+tch i’m from the east coast (from the east coast), where the beef go (aye)
everybody makin’ money, all my n+ggas need more
rich b+tch, i ain’t got a d+ck, but she gon’ deepthroat
all up in my business ’cause a n+gga was a creeper (d+mn)
baby, can i ask you something? (can i ask you something)
where the money at? (where the money at)
i ain’t ari, but i’m all about a money bag
run up in your house and fill it up like i was pumpin’ gas
and then i hit my lil dance, i do the runnin’ man
kick ’em to your party ‘less i leave it like a hunnid grand (yeah)
i make him play with this lil p+ssy with his money hand (ooh)
big knots, something you can’t fit inside a rubber band
if you ain’t f+ck it to the bank, then i ain’t comin’ in (uh, uh, uh)
ooh, had to take this lil b+tch to the p+ssy fête
that boy mad, he couldn’t even get my p+ssy wet (get my p+ssy wet)
and if that n+gga is a dog, then i’m a p+ssy pet
blow my back out, come over, make this p+ssy stretch
ooh, ’bout to have that boy lean like some wokhardt
give it to him good, put that n+gga back on knockoff (b+tch)
nothin’ like mulatto, but i knock a n+gga socks off
kitty on his face, get my guitar, i tell him, rock off (b+tch, hah)



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...