Sean Price, F.T. - Bounce lyrics
[Sean Price, F.T. - Bounce lyrics]
Niggas and bitches, blacks and whites
Fags and dykes, listen to my facts of life
If you a siamese twin then I clap you twice
'Til y'all niggas start acting right
Don't clap, clap alright hahaha
Yo, if you can't read don't eat Alpha-Bit's
Overall they don't amount to shit
Duke bounce to this
On three yo count to this
If you can't read probably
Can't count for shit yo, I'm Sean Price I
Don't like y'all fools
Fuck a gun I want to fight y'all fools
And you call me a hater
Fuck you and the stuff you got
If I wanted your ass would
Be snuffed and shot
You know Sean Price, Boot Camp, Ruck and Rock
Tek, Steele, Big Will, my nig Buckshot
Agallah catalog, Analog is real
Fuck that, when Ruck rap niggas best to kneel
Yo, not for nothing but I'm
Nothing to fuck with so pop this pill bitch
I heard that you suck dick
Take it back when I first assaulted cherry
Back when St johns had Mark and Walter Berry
Nigga I pee on ho's, OD off dro
Fuck That, AKA mr see more dough
You got your business in the
Street and we all know
Baby, next time you should be more low
Haters talk behind my back
Saying he won't blow
But shit I smoke a half cost 3-0-0
Man I ain't trusting nobody
That we don't know
They shiesty even your wifey could be po-po
Watch my roll up on your blizzy in a drizzy
Pull out the glizzy, run up in the spizzy
And leave with like eight fifty
Spray sixty 'cause I'm straight shifty
Instead of niggas hating on me
Niggas better hate with me
I make hot songs but I got a cold heart
I could end your career before it even start
I don't see y'all niggas name
When I read the charts
I'll chop you up and let
My dog eat the parts faggot!
Fags and dykes, listen to my facts of life
If you a siamese twin then I clap you twice
'Til y'all niggas start acting right
Don't clap, clap alright hahaha
Yo, if you can't read don't eat Alpha-Bit's
Overall they don't amount to shit
Duke bounce to this
On three yo count to this
If you can't read probably
Can't count for shit yo, I'm Sean Price I
Don't like y'all fools
Fuck a gun I want to fight y'all fools
And you call me a hater
Fuck you and the stuff you got
If I wanted your ass would
Be snuffed and shot
You know Sean Price, Boot Camp, Ruck and Rock
Tek, Steele, Big Will, my nig Buckshot
Agallah catalog, Analog is real
Fuck that, when Ruck rap niggas best to kneel
Yo, not for nothing but I'm
Nothing to fuck with so pop this pill bitch
I heard that you suck dick
Take it back when I first assaulted cherry
Back when St johns had Mark and Walter Berry
Nigga I pee on ho's, OD off dro
Fuck That, AKA mr see more dough
You got your business in the
Street and we all know
Baby, next time you should be more low
Haters talk behind my back
Saying he won't blow
But shit I smoke a half cost 3-0-0
Man I ain't trusting nobody
That we don't know
They shiesty even your wifey could be po-po
Watch my roll up on your blizzy in a drizzy
Pull out the glizzy, run up in the spizzy
And leave with like eight fifty
Spray sixty 'cause I'm straight shifty
Instead of niggas hating on me
Niggas better hate with me
I make hot songs but I got a cold heart
I could end your career before it even start
I don't see y'all niggas name
When I read the charts
I'll chop you up and let
My dog eat the parts faggot!