Timbaland - Bounce lyrics

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Come here girl, come here
Girl, come here girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here
Girl, come here girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here
Girl, come here girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here girl
Come here gi-ir-rl

Let me see them big titties
Don't be actin' sad-idy you're not pretty
Break bread if you wanna get with me
All I wanna do is dig up in them kidneys
Tell your boyfriend he better
Mind his business
'Fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I'm considered a boss, you can't get me
You ain't got enough paper to deal with me
Baby girl wanna two step with me
Turn around with her ass up against me
Roll along and got tipsy, hit it tonight
Tomorrow you the mystery
All you haters on that ho shit miss me
I stay strapped, security don't frisk me
Fed it off 'til the motherfucker empty
I'll turn around and do the
Same shit next week, come on

(Bounce) like your ass had the hiccups
(Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup
(Bounce) why you lookin' so sad
Baby girl? You need to cheer up
(Bounce) I got the remedy
It's you on me and me on you
It's you on me and me on you and you on her
And her on me, and her on you
And y'all on me
And me on y'all and y'all on me
Ménage à trois, ménage à trois, ahh, uhh

There she go
Just what the doc's been lookin' for
She just what I need
Lookin' Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow
We can disappear for a week or so
Yeah, I gotta stadium flow, Superbowl
With it like I'm Dungy, yo
Oh, yes, congratulations
You run a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demanding
You can save the dancing for
Back at the mansion and this money handsome
Ain't that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you from the back
You'll see

(Bounce) like your ass had the hiccups
(Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup
(Bounce) why you lookin' so sad
Baby girl? You need to cheer up
(Bounce) I got the remedy
It's you on me and me on you
It's you on me and me on you and you on her
And her on me, and her on you
And y'all on me
And me on y'all and y'all on me
Ménage à trois, ménage à trois, ahh, uhh

Hold up, hell naw, like Britney Spears
I wear no drawls
In the club I drink it up, goomp goomp
Drink it up got Patron sippin' in my cup
Hey where's your man?
I bet that I could make him love me, oooh
When he see the jugs he will wanna
Rush to get a quick touch
Of this big ole butt, mmhmm, big ole butt
Thick legs, big ole jugs
Legs stick like rims on the truck
Take 'em to the crib, yeah, we gon' fuck
You could call me a freak
I like to get BUCK, bUCK
And I don't have to do much
To make him get it up
Sum Yung Ho, she worth two dollars
I'm worth more dollars than
Make up beauty parlors
I pop collars, ca-ca-ca-ca-collars
I don't buy shots, I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles
But like a porn star, I'm best when I swallow

(Bounce) like your ass had the hiccups
(Bounce) like we was ridin' in my pickup
(Bounce) why you lookin' so sad
Baby girl? You need to cheer up
(Bounce) I got the remedy
It's you on me and me on you
It's you on me and me on you and you on her
And her on me, and her on you
And y'all on me
And me on y'all and y'all on me
Ménage à trois, ménage à trois, ahh, uhh