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bounce that - mustard lyrics

[intro: rj]
yeah
spit, this is ish
mustard on that beat, hoe

[verse 1: rj]
r. motherf-ck a b-tch
blame mustard if you mad a n-gga rich
see i’m an -ssh0l-, got hundreds with me like a block crip
don’t talk to me if you ain’t got sh-t
get knots thick and we can politic
and girl f-ck the n-gga that you came with
cause really he a b-tch in every language
young n-gga ballin’ no d1
you ain’t hoein’ you gon’ be one
rj!

[verse 2: royce the choice]
look, got him textin’ her he need some’
she in this threesome, call around three some’
please come show it late night like a re-run
three blunts, two black ants and a seagram
drank it, copped a private like it stole your baby
race it, no discrimination, b-tch my favorite color naked
cold as pavement out in anchorage, i’ma cast a silver blanket
we ain’t f-ckin’, i won’t even make a statement
b-tch you know where to take it

[verse 2: skeme]
look
lil b-tch tell me how that taste
never hit without a rubber mama that ain’t safe, aye
real n-gga baby ain’t sh-t fake
i don’t know about them other n-ggas
we bout cake, wait
money long but i still run through it
i’m a inglewood n-gga, b-tch you know how we do it
bout cheese, guap, yaper, skrilla
call me: “skeme” call me: “crooked” or “the bad b-tch k!lla”, huh

[verse 3: casey veggies]
yeah
girl you a intern, know you with the business
a ho, a housewife
tell me whats the difference
she never seen a young n-gga make a livin’
ridin’ whips that her daddy ain’t gettin’
yeah, if we don’t grind we don’t eat though
them girls love me from the valley down to pico
if she bout it she gone let a n-gga see some’
if she suck it then i might have to eat some’

[verse 4: tc4800]
ayy, uh, i got hoes in my catalog
town n-gga bang to the yankee call
uh, “cash out”, them my favorite words
pull up on a b-tch i don’t say a word
i hit the mall then my n-ggas splurge
ride up on your b-tch she got a lot of curves
hit the purp, hit the purp, n-gga
she got big doors, she go to work, n-gga

[verse 5: reem riches]
wabitty wabitty drop drop it like it’s hot
then take it to the top, and make the p-ssy pop
it’s young reem
you know i got a thing for thick b-tches
you know i got a thing for big knots, my name “riches”
drop it low, then shake it like a seizure
i hit it, next day catch amnesia
ballin’, young n-gga movement
got ya b-tch choosin’
bouncin’ all stupid, like

[hook: royce the choice]
to the ground type sh-t
i just wanna see it in your mouth right quick
slim chance i need a wife with my account that thick
how much money you going up for a house that sick?
i go “b-tch, bounce that sh-t, shake it ’til the dj, announce that sh-t”
i go “b-tch, bounce that sh-t, shake it ’til the dj, announce that sh-t”
to the ground type sh-t
i just wanna see it in your mouth right quick
slim chance i need a wife with my account that thick
how much money you going up for a house that sick?
i go “b-tch, bounce that sh-t, shake it ’til the dj, announce that sh-t”
i go “b-tch, bounce that sh-t, shake it ’til the dj, announce that sh-t”

- mustard lyrics

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