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yungalbo - bounce lyrics

[verse 1: albo]
you can expect what the f-ck you want
but i always got the edge, got the uppercard
best not tresp-ss, no stompin’ on this yard
listen to this sh-t and you better go hard
got not time for the victim card
cus uno dos tres grew up with the pokemans now respect
that l-ss i’m her mans and she ain’t mad
that b-ss i seduce and you bump that
808 187 789
better level up in my best sprite
european time, call it eleven nine
riding with the bush-bush and i call it tribe
you see these schematics now see the f-cking rhymes
if you start doin’ a f-cking cater pie
best expect that the b-tter flies
mouth can homicide call me crocodile
no debating it ain’t worthwhile
y’all sleeping on me while i’m past my bedtime
teachers on crack and i’m on fire
they telling stories bout me at the bonfire
saying i’m mad, behaving bad, no respect and i’m out of my head
yes, i’m a mad bad-ss who doesn’t always use his head in the cl-ss
but my grades are good and that sh-t’s gas
“you’re a bad student” i finished with an a+ for your subject so come and kiss my -ss
and i barely f-cking learned and it was f-cking greek
but his contract didn’t get extended so school wasn’t exactly geeked
dude looked like a horse and he f-cking reeked
but he went to another school and then it all peeked
told a girl he had fatherly feelings for her then havoc got wreaked
now he got fired and is paddleless up sh-t’s creek
should have been taught some lessons by socrates
he had a worse temper than ares
bet he’s probably thinking “the joke’s on me”
brotherhood to chaos just to say i did it chronologically

[chorus: albo]
b-tch see me bounce
b-tch i’m a bawse
b-tch you a clown
b-tches want clout
b-tch let me down
b-tch was aroused
b-tch came around
b-tch made me proud
b-tch is allowed
b-tch screaming loud

[verse 2:]
that b-tch finna scream loud
when she on top call it a moan-hill
(hahahah, i’m just kidding. i’m not doing that sh-t. yet)
i always like a bad b-tch
read her like a cartridge
that’s the sh-t i ball with
and guess what
that’s the sh-t i go to ball with
find a floating field, call it an air plain
blood on the window call it red stained
running late as a stick call it hurry cane
one pot with 2 l-sses that sh-t’s profane
meanwhile i’m too producing propane
you can milk me but result no methane
plan gone wrong, saddam hussein
sh-t’s going well and it’s messing with my dopamine
at parties we got blue lights dont give a f-ck about migraines
still in the backseat on the highway
the bag i obtain
such great punchlines you’d think i’m fisting cocaine

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