Lirik Lagu Bounce feat. Lil Wayne - 2 Chainz
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3 chainz, owwwCaught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwardsAnd skate off after, engage in laughter ‘bout what just happenedFingers and napkins get sent to mammies; is that too graphic?Catch you in traffic, you sitting daffy like stealing candyMy ceiling’s absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassinsAll of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancersMy rivers rapid, my fins are splashin’, my gills are flappin’I bend some matches, then sip some gas and went kissed a dragon
I’m really rappin’, I’m finger snappin’, I’m pistol packin’Y’all niggas slippin’, my swag is drippin’, so here’s a napkinWhat’s really happnin’ bro?Verbal attackin’, I’m showing passionKnow what I mean, see I’m the king like I’m from AkronI’m going overboard, somebody call the captainAnd when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat onesI’m so high I can sing to a chandelierMy flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer
Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttonsNot enough bullets, them niggas buggin’, the squad is comin’AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin’, aim at ya nuggetMy weed sticky like acupuncture and magnus honeyKnock on the side door three times and have your moneyOr get to steppin’ like Kappas stompin’, I’ll slap a junkieI’m having lunch with Italian Sonny, don’t ask the subjectLord why you took Rabbit from me, he say don’t ask me nothingToo many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundlesNot enough bullets, these niggas buggin’, I heard they stung youIt’s gon’ be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddleThem shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don’t even mumble
I’m back to ballin’, I’m in the back full of magnums onlyPull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor TroyOur weed ready, turkey spaghetti and Castrol oilThat’s codeine turn your guillotine to a fashion showIn 4 minutes I’ll turn this into forensics in a foreign car with a foreign broadThat’s long winded, paper long, and you taking long, you just don’t get itHung the phone up and Satan want a song with meHotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950sIn a van full of some niggas and white bitchesGet pulled over for swervin’ like “Hi, officer,”When he ask me why I was swerving, “I’m high, officer.”
I can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myself
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my PhantomSo high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled BannerI change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your SaturnI bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladderI make her straddle then gather and calculate the dataI listen up for the snakes or the baby rattleI play the shadows, don’t play no games, I straight get at ‘emI’m on the chronic all day like it’s my favorite album
A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancerIf I don’t get the car first, I’ll have a temper tantrumI’m innovative, I demonstrated, this nigga played itI don’t care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay meI kiss ya lady, eat her pussy, then kiss the babyGet situated, get keys off table, then leave her 80I really made it, get it maid, SchwarzeneggerWon’t wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures
I’m so high the blunt feel like a dumbbellThese niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud WebbI got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnailI feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah
I’m doing this shit like whateverWhen I go I’mma leave for the betterI told her you dig like a shovelI want a Ferrari in yellowJust so I can match all my yellow bitchesI been a playa since elementaryI got more bars than a penitentiaryI got a clip that hang several inches
I can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myself
I’m really rappin’, I’m finger snappin’, I’m pistol packin’Y’all niggas slippin’, my swag is drippin’, so here’s a napkinWhat’s really happnin’ bro?Verbal attackin’, I’m showing passionKnow what I mean, see I’m the king like I’m from AkronI’m going overboard, somebody call the captainAnd when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat onesI’m so high I can sing to a chandelierMy flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer
Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttonsNot enough bullets, them niggas buggin’, the squad is comin’AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin’, aim at ya nuggetMy weed sticky like acupuncture and magnus honeyKnock on the side door three times and have your moneyOr get to steppin’ like Kappas stompin’, I’ll slap a junkieI’m having lunch with Italian Sonny, don’t ask the subjectLord why you took Rabbit from me, he say don’t ask me nothingToo many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundlesNot enough bullets, these niggas buggin’, I heard they stung youIt’s gon’ be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddleThem shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don’t even mumble
I’m back to ballin’, I’m in the back full of magnums onlyPull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor TroyOur weed ready, turkey spaghetti and Castrol oilThat’s codeine turn your guillotine to a fashion showIn 4 minutes I’ll turn this into forensics in a foreign car with a foreign broadThat’s long winded, paper long, and you taking long, you just don’t get itHung the phone up and Satan want a song with meHotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950sIn a van full of some niggas and white bitchesGet pulled over for swervin’ like “Hi, officer,”When he ask me why I was swerving, “I’m high, officer.”
I can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myself
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my PhantomSo high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled BannerI change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your SaturnI bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladderI make her straddle then gather and calculate the dataI listen up for the snakes or the baby rattleI play the shadows, don’t play no games, I straight get at ‘emI’m on the chronic all day like it’s my favorite album
A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancerIf I don’t get the car first, I’ll have a temper tantrumI’m innovative, I demonstrated, this nigga played itI don’t care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay meI kiss ya lady, eat her pussy, then kiss the babyGet situated, get keys off table, then leave her 80I really made it, get it maid, SchwarzeneggerWon’t wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures
I’m so high the blunt feel like a dumbbellThese niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud WebbI got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnailI feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah
I’m doing this shit like whateverWhen I go I’mma leave for the betterI told her you dig like a shovelI want a Ferrari in yellowJust so I can match all my yellow bitchesI been a playa since elementaryI got more bars than a penitentiaryI got a clip that hang several inches
I can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myselfI can make it bounce by myself
