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bounce out - shootergang kony lyrics

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[verse 1]
touch mine we gone have that body by like lunch n*gga
ain’t no one on ones up over here b*tch we jump n*ggas
tell him bring my 50 out, air it out bum n*gga
never’ll sell my soul if you fold then it’s f*ck n*ggas
been around the world, seeing lights diamond pearls
n*ggas girls, i got gas on me ridin with valero
the dinero, we got plenty of it, yours looking sterile
i could put that on my baby, erythousand coming plural
let my brodie out and he gon throw the whole fifty
advise you to slide if you tryna go against me
n*gga we got plenty of them guns leave you sh*tty
boys blurp while my heart stop, thеy ain’t frizz me
dress in off white, nah baе feeling spiffy
jet fly fully on the road in be risky
i ain’t wanna fill him up with holes but he dissed me
if you put a body on my pole you should hit me

[chorus]
bounce out, hoodie on still focused
mint hoes, some about em feel bogus
popping out, 40 tucked still poking
f*cked around your neck talking about you need lotion
rob who? you might get a stock ten
only fear is god, n*ggas i done shot them
kony vs you, i could bet the chop win
might’ve knew you all my life, n*gga we is not friends
[verse 2]
jump out wit the hoodie on, still breathing
some about a glizzy on me make it feel easy
only scared of god, boy i’m hoping you believe me
loyal to the bros and my pockets a luigi
ten toes, n*gga i cannot slip
why’d i have to blow, n*gga i cannot p*ss
hope you got a pole, milly rock the stock clip
oh you got soul n*gga you could box this
22 let me loose i’m elusive
b*tch please you on that phone looking stupid
i ain’t finna argue with so sleeze i count huchies
f*cking all the hood hoes i feel like lil boosie
been a player plus i been a mayor hope the zilla fair
you ain’t keeping up with us really you should keep it there
n*ggas turns squares in the cell we in need of prayer
old b*tch worried about my b*tch keep her out my hair

[chorus]
bounce out, hoodie on still focused
mint hoes, some about em feel bogus
popping out, 40 tucked still poking
f*cked around your neck talking about you need lotion
rob who? you might get a stock ten
only fear is god, n*ggas i done shot them
kony vs you, i could bet the chop win
might’ve knew you all my life, n*gga we is not friends

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