Gla**es Malone - Bounce Around lyrics

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Gla**es Malone - Bounce Around lyrics

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Yo baby momma keep callin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh**… If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh**… If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh** White paint, white seats, white whips, cool whip So sweet like deezer I do this Haters hate but them hating n***as won’t do sh** No, I keep that 8 ball Yea, no pull stick Think you’re cool n***a? Yo my whole crew sick Blame me, yea blame me and that’s real Cuz I cough that paper up just to make sure we that it I’m a boss, police knick nails Our Philly nice town, that’s where Miguel Got a thick b**h and my thick b**h she cook meals She done f**ed so many rappers I told Berg give her a booked deal Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Yo baby momma keep callin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault Yo baby momma keep callin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Yo baby momma keep callin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault Yo baby momma keep callin GLA, double dollar n***a Rack 61 Impala n***a My average ho, that’s a model n***a So hide your b**h wiz, I’m a model stealer Pittsburg, Detroit Worldwide, we’re the D boys Get that money stackin, that’s how we roll Thousand dollar shoes, never down clothes Already blew 9, God it’s time to go Gotta blow 10 racks to make the crowd explode Already blew 9, nother 5 to go I just blew 10 racks, watch the crowd explode The bomb n***a, NATO worried I got street cred, they can’t take it from me Now I’m flat bush, couple hundred crap Down in H Town, I’m stage reppin sh** I just do me like jackin off Old school Mac, n***a Macintosh They keep a blacka blacka just to back him off Pa**port stance, b**h I’m racking up Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Yo baby momma keep callin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault Yo baby momma keep callin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Yo baby momma keep callin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin Bounce around cuz I’m ballin It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault Yo baby momma keep callin If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh**… If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh**… If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh**… If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh**… If you see… If you see… If you see… If if you see… If you see…

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