Oliver Francis - Bound 3 lyrics

(Uh huh, honey)

Yeah I do my thang, bitch what's up?
Young Based God, came in with the ballers
Iced out chain, bitch
I'm rich off that same shit
Sixty-five hoes on my dick, bitch
It's Christmas
Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch
I'll grave em
Pretty boy shit, Based God finna' hang em
Armed like a cradle and you
Niggas can't stop me
Shouts out to Mack Maine
Getting rich and cocky
Bitch it's still West side
Shouts out to Weezy
Young Based God with that 55 heater
187 bitch, I pull a 2-11 bitch
With that tiny shirt mane and
The tiny pants mane
I'm on Based World and I fuck with
Cash Money niggas
Don't understand, Maine
They gang like a chain
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang dang dang dang
Off the top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter
Man, my life just a painting and
I paint you a picture
Mane
Think about it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stuntin' music; bitch
I just do's it
It's Lil B and I'll muthafuckin prove it
We run it
Man shouts out to man Wayne man
(Shouts out to New Orleans)
I can't believe them niggas
Get money down there
They fuck with me
Swag
Bitches man, what it do, yeah

Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love
Uh huh, honey (Bound to fall in love)

All them other niggas lame
And you know it now
(Bound, bound)
When a real nigga hold you down
You supposed to drown
Bound.. (Bound to fall in love)