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Bounce Around by Glasses Malone Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Yo baby momma keep callin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh*t…
If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh*t…
If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh*t

White paint, white seats, white whips, cool whip
So sweet like deezer I do this
Haters hate but them hating niggas won’t do sh*t
No, I keep that 8 ball
Yea, no pull stick
Think you’re cool nigga? Yo my whole crew sick
Blame me, yea blame me and that’s real
Cuz I cough that paper up just to make sure we that it
I’m a boss, police knick nails
Our Philly nice town, that’s where Miguel
Got a thick b**ch and my thick b**ch she cook meals
She done f**ked so many rappers
I told Berg give her a booked deal

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Yo baby momma keep callin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
Yo baby momma keep callin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Yo baby momma keep callin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
Yo baby momma keep callin

GLA, double dollar nigga
Rack 61 Impala nigga
My average ho, that’s a model nigga
So hide your b**ch wiz, I’m a model stealer
Pittsburg, Detroit
Worldwide, we’re the D boys
Get that money stackin, that’s how we roll
Thousand dollar shoes, never down clothes
Already blew 9, God it’s time to go
Gotta blow 10 racks to make the crowd explode
Already blew 9, nother 5 to go
I just blew 10 racks, watch the crowd explode
The bomb nigga, NATO worried
I got street cred, they can’t take it from me
Now I’m flat bush, couple hundred cr*p
Down in H Town, I’m stage reppin sh*t
I just do me like jackin off
Old school Mac, nigga Macintosh
They keep a blacka blacka just to back him off
Passport stance, b**ch I’m racking up

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Yo baby momma keep callin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
Yo baby momma keep callin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Yo baby momma keep callin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
Bounce around cuz I’m ballin
It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault
Yo baby momma keep callin

If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh*t…
If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh*t…
If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh*t…
If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new sh*t…

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