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Bounce It Video (MV)




Performed By: Awdamatik
Length: 2:27
Written by: James Jones




Awdamatik - Bounce It Lyrics




Yea, lets get it, Yea, Yea lets get it (Matik)
You got some sexy features
I seen one like you she was probably someone on the tv
Anyway its nice to meet you, What you doing this evening?
Take my number its a party you should come and see me
We got that pressure if you smoke trust me there'll be plenty
Plus the liquor pouring hell right now Im on the Henny
Big boss talk bitch we going up believe me
Dont break no sweat so I make all this work I do look easy
You try me then Im squeezing first I keep them lemons with me
They gone burn you when they touch you like a hot Panini
And Im keeping it gangster real niggas f*cking with me
Just got off work bout to bust a pack down from Phoenix
Im OCD I stack my money up the neatest
When I drop a tape Im putting a price on all my features
I keep my grass cut it get rid of the leaches
I cant be focused on these hoes I keep my nina
She bouncing ass keep it going (Uh) I see ya
Im running it up Im running it up
I aint running out of nothing
Praying they get here me and bro gone split a dozen
I give a f*ck about no ho, no I aint cuffing
Her ass soft as a muffin
Suck on this dick aint no cuddling
Yea we bout to run the rock and you know its coming
And Im straight up out the dump So you know Im hunting
With all these crabs in a bucket you know why Im bugging
We bout to hit the club and make it rain on honey
This drink done turnt me up, So Im throwing money
Lil bro gone knock you off for nothing, Yea thats blood money
What bro would knock you off for that just be club money
Pull up in them super chargers with them sticks run it
Im from Florida where you aint gone slide with nothing
I need all the bad bitches to listen! Aye!
Bounce it
Bounce It
Bounce it
Money, uh huh, Yea this club jumping
I see you knowing how to move so get this thug money
And I aint speaking of no ones Im speaking one hunnet
Sipping stepping thru this bitch with my one hunnets
Lights flashing liquor pouring blowing hella reefa
She twerking bending over thats the winner buzzer beater
I got a bih who drive a Lexus bout to roll this keisha
Ill pull up flexing aint no yapping when she suck that peter
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Yea, lets get it, Yea, Yea lets get it (Matik)
You got some sexy features
I seen one like you she was probably someone on the tv
Anyway its nice to meet you, What you doing this evening?
Take my number its a party you should come and see me
We got that pressure if you smoke trust me there'll be plenty
Plus the liquor pouring hell right now Im on the Henny
Big boss talk bitch we going up believe me
Dont break no sweat so I make all this work I do look easy
You try me then Im squeezing first I keep them lemons with me
They gone burn you when they touch you like a hot Panini
And Im keeping it gangster real niggas f*cking with me
Just got off work bout to bust a pack down from Phoenix
Im OCD I stack my money up the neatest
When I drop a tape Im putting a price on all my features
I keep my grass cut it get rid of the leaches
I cant be focused on these hoes I keep my nina
She bouncing ass keep it going (Uh) I see ya
Im running it up Im running it up
I aint running out of nothing
Praying they get here me and bro gone split a dozen
I give a f*ck about no ho, no I aint cuffing
Her ass soft as a muffin
Suck on this dick aint no cuddling
Yea we bout to run the rock and you know its coming
And Im straight up out the dump So you know Im hunting
With all these crabs in a bucket you know why Im bugging
We bout to hit the club and make it rain on honey
This drink done turnt me up, So Im throwing money
Lil bro gone knock you off for nothing, Yea thats blood money
What bro would knock you off for that just be club money
Pull up in them super chargers with them sticks run it
Im from Florida where you aint gone slide with nothing
I need all the bad bitches to listen! Aye!
Bounce it
Bounce It
Bounce it
Money, uh huh, Yea this club jumping
I see you knowing how to move so get this thug money
And I aint speaking of no ones Im speaking one hunnet
Sipping stepping thru this bitch with my one hunnets
Lights flashing liquor pouring blowing hella reefa
She twerking bending over thats the winner buzzer beater
I got a bih who drive a Lexus bout to roll this keisha
Ill pull up flexing aint no yapping when she suck that peter
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Writer: James Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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