Flex - Bounce lyrics
[Flex - Bounce lyrics]
Aye I'm Dedicated i'm weezy in 05
Man I'm focused on that paper I
Watch it with both eyes
Aye 1 me 2 hoes nigga they both mines
If they ever tell you flex said
He love em they both lying
A nigga fuck on one of
My bitches I won't mind
Man I'm just gon' fuck his bitch
And her buddy they both fine
I love a hoe that like to
Get money and don't whine
And I hate a bitch who don't
Spend her money but want mine
Don't ever try to stunt on the Hunit
Gon' make me fuck on ya woman
I pull it out and bust a nut on her stomach
If you know you ain't gon'
Suck it don't touch it
I had to touch on the subject
Yo hoe a thot she been
A slut since a youngin'
Ima young boss nigga I ain't even 22
I'm in love with the gwop my
Bitch in love with jimmie choo
Them hunit niggas man they don't
Follow any rules they ain't
Worried bout a nigga man
They got plenty tools
I ain't worried bout the shit
You discussing at all hoe
Young flex where he at try
To find em like Waldo
Acting he like he super rich got
His Ice from the mall tho
I need Bentleys I need beamers
And rarris and all those
Damn he gotta flows don't know
Where he find em he don't who fucking with
Em somebody remind em
Boy you know you ain't on shit you
A bitch so don't mind him
Wonder who the lucky label gon'
Be that's gone sign him ima rockstar
I rock shows rock clothes that
You only get to
Cop when you shop at the hot stores
I am not far, we got poles got rolls don't
Know why the fuck
You claiming the bitch if she not yours
Man I'm focused on that paper I
Watch it with both eyes
Aye 1 me 2 hoes nigga they both mines
If they ever tell you flex said
He love em they both lying
A nigga fuck on one of
My bitches I won't mind
Man I'm just gon' fuck his bitch
And her buddy they both fine
I love a hoe that like to
Get money and don't whine
And I hate a bitch who don't
Spend her money but want mine
Don't ever try to stunt on the Hunit
Gon' make me fuck on ya woman
I pull it out and bust a nut on her stomach
If you know you ain't gon'
Suck it don't touch it
I had to touch on the subject
Yo hoe a thot she been
A slut since a youngin'
Ima young boss nigga I ain't even 22
I'm in love with the gwop my
Bitch in love with jimmie choo
Them hunit niggas man they don't
Follow any rules they ain't
Worried bout a nigga man
They got plenty tools
I ain't worried bout the shit
You discussing at all hoe
Young flex where he at try
To find em like Waldo
Acting he like he super rich got
His Ice from the mall tho
I need Bentleys I need beamers
And rarris and all those
Damn he gotta flows don't know
Where he find em he don't who fucking with
Em somebody remind em
Boy you know you ain't on shit you
A bitch so don't mind him
Wonder who the lucky label gon'
Be that's gone sign him ima rockstar
I rock shows rock clothes that
You only get to
Cop when you shop at the hot stores
I am not far, we got poles got rolls don't
Know why the fuck
You claiming the bitch if she not yours