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Bounce with me baby bounce with me
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Roll the windows up baby blow an ounce with me
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We tight of the green and Hen
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Get in the wind
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Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends
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Lets do it till the police kick the doors in
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Tell them niggaz get to steppin' let all the hoes in
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Make room for this big body
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In a big body pimp caso the life of a 'cardi
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Brave back as a spade
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Teeth glistening hard core hittin'
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EightBall the one they mentionin'
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Hot South southern fried everybody wanna taste
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Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place
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Show my face, and get love when I'm recognized
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G and me in the 5 gettin' high
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Ball has got cheese
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Showin' love with the thicky
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Relax your mind and baby bounce with me
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Chorus
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You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me
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Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me
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But you know what I really want you to do with me
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Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
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You could sex on ex in the lex with me
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Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me
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But you know what I really want you to do with me
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Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
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Get on a continental jet 7:30 in the A-M
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A-T-L bound tryin' to escape the mayhem
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Beeper off, at the Swiss with my mistress
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Kissin' me, and lickin' me, actin' like she miss this
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Playground just for her to play in the hay around
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Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around
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Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats
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Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps
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Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee
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Gain control, puttin' soul in this industry
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Bounce, baby, bounce
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Shake the room up
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Do it, keep it hyped
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So we can blast off
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High into the sky
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Until the beat stops
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But don't stop, till all the hoes clothes drop
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Call big Ball Dr. Sticky, got the remedy
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Throw your hands up and baby bounce with me
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Chorus
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Now I have been many places, seen so many things
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Did what a lot of niggaz only see in they dreams
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Hoes used to be like, uh, nigga you too big
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Now they let me bust shots all over they wig
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In the bed, on the floor, hot tub everyday
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I know it be this way, cause I make a lot of pay
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I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally
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Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy
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Dead, cause everything I said flip like work
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Made a stack, bustin' raps, doin' concerts
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hate to see a player doin' good, I know
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Behind my back, talkin' shit like a little hoe
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Little did you know, I got the people standin' up
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Tucked away, in the cut, makin' platinum stuff
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EightBall spittin' nothin' but poetry
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Relax your ind, and baby, bounce with me
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Chorus 2X
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Bounce Wit Me
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| Eightball |
