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nick grant - bouncin' lyrics

[verse 1: nick grant]
uh…
somebody tell them n-ggas that i’m legendary
we gon’ check ’em first, like the secretary
leap the compet-tion
twenty-ninth of february
this double m is all i need
i think i’m meth & mary
bouncin’
i peel off like a dead n-gga’
shooter do it himself
boy he blair witchin’
blood spillin’ over beef
i’m a rare n-gga
and we don’t run from nothin’
‘less the feds with ya’
how you want it?
this that ’96 pac
never met a nah notha n-gga this hot
pen game dope, scribble ’til my wrist lock
n-ggas ballin’ thinkin’ sh-t is sweet
chris bosh
boy, bouncin’
you gotta catch those lines
tell a broke n-gga
hold up that “depressed hoe” sign
she want d-ck and i’ma nail it
not the press on kind
baby girl throw it back
like it’s west coast time
and get it…

[verse 2: nick grant]
food for the soul
real n-gga’ ingredient
never was a hater
n-gga’ that sh-t look too tedious (haha)
come through wavy and they gon’ do you the greasiest
kids slide up on you
like pajamas with the feet in ’em
strong minded, she ain’t messin’ with no weak n-gga
my biggest fear is that you treatin’ me like theeese n-ggas’
got a p.h.d., and she like the weed lit up
-ss fat, she don’t waste much
like a cheap n-gga’
bouncin’
my outfit scream murderer (whoo)
yeah i’m showing out, roll the curtains up
baby blue jordan 9
think i should hit gerber up
going harder than laura lettin’ urkle f-ck
i thought i told you that it’s all about the moola
know i keep that thing
like when lauryn dropped doo wop
tell them n-ggas’ cool out
‘fore they hear that booyah
party animal it’s like when meech brought the zoo out
bouncin’

[hook: nick grant]
hot d-mn…
it ain’t ’bout the money
boy, the sh-t ain’t in the plans
girl i got a bag on me
money dancin’
and when you real n-gga
everybody understand
hot d-mn n-gga…
i can make the money n-gga…
i can make the money n-gga…
with the top down
tell them other n-ggas
they can’t do what i can
hot d-mn…
it ain’t ’bout the money
boy, the sh-t ain’t in the plans
girl i got a bag on me
money dancin’
and when you real n-gga
everybody understand
hot d-mn n-gga…
i can make the money n-gga…
i can make the money n-gga…
with the top down
tell them other n-ggas
they can’t do what i can

- nick grant lyrics

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