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Rob Niece
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Not Another Bounce (Really Tho...Not Another Bonus) (Ft B. Simm)
You already know who the fuck I am
Aw yea, Aw yea
When I walk up in the spot,
My niggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them bitches get to bouncin
When I pull up in that lot,
My niggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them bitches get to bouncing, and they
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Hold up, swag
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Hold up, swag
These hoes is thirsty, I just be drinkin,
That nigga 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 fuck wit it,
Black on the hat, all red addias, pull a bad bitch kick her out like fifa,
Told her lets fuck, 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 bitch like I own her, I do
She rollin wit you but she ridin on me,
I aint lyin megatron she tell a nigga go deep,
Im aligning my fate, so fuck off or fuck wit me,
Alotta niggas gon hate, but I need racks Nicole kidman,
Don't play no games nigga 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 niggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them bitches get to bouncin
When I pull up in that lot,
My niggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them bitches get to bouncing, and they
Bouncin Bouncin Bouncin
Bouncin Bouncin Bouncin
Bouncin Bouncin Bouncin
Hold up, swag
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 shit,
Im winnie the pooh with these honeys, they all wanna have my piglets,
Im getting it and I ride around,
Nigga 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 bitch 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 aint heard of that order, then you aint never had real money,
Im so tired, of hearing bullshit on top of bullshit and then more shit,
Niggas actin like they stable, man them niggas is horse shit,
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 shit, the shit that make a nigga wanna learn something,
Ya know why they fuck wit me, cuz I say shit to make earn something
When I walk up in the spot,
My niggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them bitches get to bouncin
When I pull up in that lot,
My niggas get to bouncing, my homies get to bouncing, all them bitches 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.
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