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bounce out - drexthejoint lyrics

look, b*tch i’m with the bounce out, shoot outs in broad day
ain’t never in yo hood so i’m comin where yo mama stay
i was in the hood b*tch, even on them holidays, i really came from nothingso on jays i had to find a way
my n*ggas goin schitzo, we quick to let that sh*t blow
ion give a f*ck if i got it imma need more
they lost him, they tryna find a n*gga like he nemo never stress over b*tches im only worried about the c notes
a band for this blower (hmpht) f*ck ima fight for i’m still d*gg*n these freaky b*tches without a rhino
you the type to roll it up
man, we on’t like those, my n*ggas up the murder rate bro don’t lose yo life tho, don’t get it confused on my side this sh*t get ruthless, i really do this ain’t getting money then b*tch you useless
thinking i love you b*tch, you must be stupid, f*ck this rap sh*t i’ll still hop out & get to shootin
if n*ggas feeling real froggy, that’s on the jays y’all better leap & how you pillow talk to b*tches, but see me & neva speak?
if a n*gga got a problem with me , then we can meet
you better stay up out the kitchen if you can’t take the heat
i’m full fledge, heard they took they b*tch n*gga to icu, tryna find who did did it i dont even got a clue
i’m with the bounce out trippin on n*ggas, like who is you?
last b*tch f*gged off so i gave her ass the boot, b*tch im a south side jacker i’m in the field i ain’t no rapper. f*ck i look like brining peace, lil n*gga i ain’t no pastor
im the type to break a hoe, you the type to go and catch her, i’m a petty ass n*gga f*ck your b*tch and give her after
mr. kick do’ acting like you wit it n*ggas been hoes, they been loaf, supposed to be yo bro but them n*ggas told, stick to the code. caught him at that sto’ & a n*gga froze, got big shoes for n*ggas out here feelin like they kimbo
n*ggas start to get a lil money then start to act funny, same n*ggas dissin that be the same n*ggas that ran from me, im from where it gets gutter and grimey, this sh*t get mad ugly , mad bummy, a n*gga jointed up so throw that ass for me
i was f*cking up on lily slide through up down your city, mr. known to keep a big chop, i’m know to keep a bl!cky, gotta stay up on my 10 in case sh*t start to get tricky, i’m with the get rich or die tryin n*gga just like im 50 n*gga

- drexthejoint lyrics

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