(Bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then
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(Bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then
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(Bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then
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(Bagg up) Bounce, bounce
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Straight playa baby
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2 rides outside wit that old G-glide
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I'm high but it's all gravy.
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Snake skins, no Timberland boots,
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get loot, I'll shoot
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If ya try to play me.
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get clout when I'm out,
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money what I'm all about
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In a world that's so shady.
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peak this, streakness,
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never had a weakness, speak this
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I do this daily.
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Follow my whole set
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Bottles of mo' wet, bet
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Until they lay me
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6 feet under dirt
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I'm the one wit the word
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Got hits but they try to spray me.
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If I lack, keep strapped
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it's a rap, gimme dat
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You can roll wit me, yeah maybe.
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Hey the streets is mine
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Like mix tapes when that MC grind
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Don't play crazy.
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(Bagg up) Gimme some room
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when I pull that Jag up
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Bounce, bounce then (Bagg up)
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My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'?
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Huh go on, then (Bagg up)
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See that Coupe wit the maroon rag up
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What? Huh? Then (Bagg up)
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Tell ya money hungry tricks
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that always nag us, bagg up
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Everybody talkin' cuz they say I'm on a roll
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Touch was mine,
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you gon' end up gettin' mowed.
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Ladies they love me like they
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just found a pot of gold
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Jackpot, I'm scorin' big around the globe.
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You could be hot,
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I'm what you not and that's cold.
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Sick, baby say she never drove a stick
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Until she was on top of me,
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backseat of the 6.
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It's, goin' down 'round these parts
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Nobody liked me 'til I got
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the deal so don't start.
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Is it different? Is it dope?
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I don't know what you yappin' about
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It's way too funky for you to smell
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what I'm rappin' about.
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Just Chingy baby.
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(Bagg up) Gimme some room
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when I pull that Jag up
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Bounce, bounce then (Bagg up)
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My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'?
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Huh go on, then (Bagg up)
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See that Coupe wit the maroon rag up
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What? Huh? Then (Bagg up)
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Tell ya money hungry tricks
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that always nag us, bagg up
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How many MC's must get dissed
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For hatin' on that MVP new draft pick?
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Don't it look like 100 moons on my wrist?
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I'm sorry I'm the glitter
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that yo girl seein' glist.
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Man wit the big fish
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I hit I don't miss
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Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks.
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Don't get me pissed
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Ya take a big diss
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It'll feel like ya fell off a tall cliff
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I'm a bully like clip
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I sank yo ship
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6 apart from the clip if ya pop
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at the lip its, Chingy baby
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(Bagg up) Gimme some room
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when I pull that Jag up
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Bounce, bounce then (Bagg up)
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My pockets all swole is that what yo mad fo'?
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Huh go on, then (Bagg up)
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See that Coupe wit the maroon rag up
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What? Huh? Then (Bagg up)
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Tell ya money hungry tricks
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that always nag us, bagg up
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(Bagg up)
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(Bagg up)
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(Bagg up)
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(Bagg up)
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Bagg Up (Explicit)
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| Chingy |
