8Ball - Bounce Wit Me lyrics

Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
Roll the windows up baby
Blow an ounce with me
We tight of the green and Hen
Get in the wind pick the chipped up flip up
And call your friends
Let's do it till the police kick the doors in
Tell them niggas get to steppin'
Let all the hoes in
Make room for this big body
In a big body, pimp caso
The life of a 'cardi brave, back as a spade
Teeth glistening, hard core, hittin'
EightBall the one they mentionin'
Hot South southern fried
Everybody wanna taste
Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place
Show my face
And get love when I'm recognized
G and me in the 5 gettin' high
Ball has got cheese
Showin' love with the thicky
Relax your mind and baby bounce with me

You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me
Break it down, make it fat
Fire it up with me
But, you know what I really want
You to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
You could sex on ex in the lex with me
Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me
But, you know what I really want
You to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me

Get on a continental jet 7: 30 in the A-M
A T-L bound tryin' to escape the mayhem
Beeper off, at the Swiss with my mistress
Kissin' me, and lickin' me
Actin' like she miss this
Playground just for her to play
In the hay around
Fringe benefit's, make her wanna stay around
Money makin' cats with gats
Who love hood rats
Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps
Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee
Gain control, puttin' soul in this industry
Bounce, baby, bounce shake the room up
Do it, keep it hyped so we can blast off
High into the sky until the beat stops
But don't stop
Till all the hoes clothes drop
Call big Ball Dr sticky, got the remedy
Throw your hands up and baby bounce with me

Now I have been many places
Seen so many things did what a lot of niggas
Only see in they dreams
Hoes used to be like, uh, nigga you too big
Now they let me bust shots all over they wig
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub everyday
I know it be this way
Cause I make a lot of pay
I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally
Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy
Dead, cause everything I said flip like work
Made a stack, bustin' raps, doin' concerts
Hate to see a player doin' good, I know
Behind my back
Talkin' shit like a little hoe
Little did you know
I got the people standin' up
Tucked away, in the cut
Makin' platinum stuff
EightBall spittin' nothin' but poetry
Relax your ind, and baby, bounce with me