thewhoevers - bounce lyrics
j. arthur –
uh
how you doin’ how you feelin’
i hope you feeling good, feelin’ decent
cuz well i’m feelin’ extra, feel uneven
feelin’ like a i won a million bucks but them b-tches cheated me, ha
do it now or wait after the weekend
don’t give no f-cks no more i’m jumping off the f-cking deep end
so sign me up, wipe me down
a hair line up is just for clowns
y’all sh-t is huf don’t f-ck around
cuz you might catch a case/
been up for 48, trippin’ like i’m 48
wanna cop these shoes so m-th-f-ck a house and mortgage rate
jump on a plane to tour these states
baby we gon it let it formulate
maybe later on we gon’ fornicate
my crib girl or your place…ahhhh
and you know i’m gonna play that groove theory
and right after that a little bit of that brown sugar
now how that sound sugar
and if you ain’t down sugar
i got a freak up on the other line so a-di-os … you can just bounce sugar//
dotkom –
we up in this/ extraordinary, sorta derrick jeter
derrick rose, giordanos pizza extra cheesa/ left em froze from the ccheeba
keep an eye out for aaliyahs/
watching 5-o when i drive slow bumpin yeezus/
yeezy season k!llin season in, chicago we need jesus/
peace be with him, peace be in me, piece of my mind goes out with some henny/
many many miles away, from home with nothing but some pride and faith/
a dime of hope and a pound to make, stick around to blaze couple of cloudy days/
another round to lay/
pro kobe 8, party time, excellent/
party on wayne, party on wait cops are here, cops are here/
party no way, party no way, get outta get outta here/
everybody bounce like u don’t wanna get caught wanna get caught wanna get locked
justwise –
ok – rolling/ like i hit the 3wheel motion/
hydraulic pump like a n-gga outta oakland/
one time scoping/ but i’m too focused/ sipping and riding/
call it drinking and driving/ least i ain’t driving and texting/
eyes on the road/ hands on the wheel/
f-ck how you feel/
i’m feeling offensive, i’m dressing impressive, my fresh is just fresher/
issey miyaki all over my body/
chill in the party with hotties and bottles/
crown royal whiskey, a garcia vega/ used to play sega in grandma’s bas-m-nt/
now i’m hands on with it/ play the game no scrimmage/ better hit your l1cks try to get this scrilla/
when it come to the bread i’m a ghost face k!lla/ heavy in the game like a 16 wheeler/
chorus
what the f-ck is y’all on joe/ chicago like the congo/y’all don’t speak this lingo can’t even hold a convo/
what the f-ck is y’all on joe/ chicago like the congo/y’all don’t speak this lingo can’t even hold a convo/
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