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not another bounce - rob niece lyrics

you already know who the f-ck i am
aw yea, aw yea
when i walk up in the spot
my n-ggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them b-tches get to bouncin
when i pull up in that lot
my n-ggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them b-tches get to bouncing, and they
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
hold up, swag
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
hold up, swag
these hoes is thirsty, i just be drinkin
that n-gga cuffin, i just was winkin
that girl was suckin, her man was blinkin
i was like, baby this is not another secret, peep this
young and i get, all around town like who f-ck wit it
black on the hat, all red addias, pull a bad b-tch kick her out like fifa
told her lets f-ck, yea i sent it, bad to the bone, my flow sinning
my money on top, so im gon spin it
walk around the club like i own it, i do
walk up to yo b-tch like i own her, i do
she rollin wit you but she ridin on me
i ain’t lyin megatron she tell a n-gga go deep
im aligning my fate, so f-ck off or f-ck wit me
alotta n-ggas gon hate, but i need racks nicole kidman
don’t play no games n-gga this was simm city
grew up on that rope a dope now im the dopest in the city
when i walk up in the spot
my n-ggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them b-tches get to bouncin
when i pull up in that lot
my n-ggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them b-tches get to bouncing, and they
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
hold up, swag
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin

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hold up, swag
2 (b simm)
im a show yall how to bounce, yea im back on my tigga sh-t
im winnie the pooh with these honeys, they all wanna have my piglets
im getting it and i ride around
n-gga that’s something that the bosses do
i murder every track that i hop on, they send my beats wit a coffin too
own boss b-tch who ya talkin to, im on one but im off it too
when it come to bread im tom brady, i always know who to toss it to
god first, family next, lawyer straight, bill money
if you ain’t heard of that order, then you ain’t never had real money
im so tired, of hearing bullsh-t on top of bullsh-t and then more sh-t
n-ggas actin like they stable, man them n-ggas is horse sh-t
i put in too much work, to let that go to waste
im feelin like krit, forever in a day
give me a minute i get em in a second hurt em every hour
its easy when you do this everyday
i think realest recognize realest, haters recognize haters
and snipers don’t use shotguns, ya learn that when ya getting paper
man i be spittin that real sh-t, the sh-t that make a n-gga wanna learn something
ya know why they f-ck wit me, cuz i say sh-t to make earn something
when i walk up in the spot
my n-ggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them b-tches get to bouncin
when i pull up in that lot
my n-ggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them b-tches get to bouncing, and they
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
hold up, swag
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
bouncin bouncin bouncin
hold up, swag
end
we bounce, we bounce, we bounce, we bounce
we bounce, we bounce, we bounce, we bounce
we bounce, we bounce, we bounce, we bounce
we bounce, we bounce, we bounce, we bounce

- rob niece lyrics

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