Bounce with me n be my fantasy, a magic love so bright its got me .... Bounce with my and be my fantasy tonight hold u tight Bounce with me n be my fantasy
You ran out of time (You better kick, rocks) [Baby Bash] [Verse 1] You think you're so damn cold, you could play me at your game While you wasting my
time Bumpin' that booty way down in line I'm a freak, of the week, I ain't playin' no games When it comes to money makin', know your top notch games She
and I'm still sewing it down Moon roof to da back bently coupe blowin it out rock juice Like a electric guitar, bounce to da sky like I'm tryna shoot
[Russell Lee] Yeah, Yeah I'm a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa [Richie Rich] Ugh, check my watch Check
I shoulda listened when my friends told me so, I thought This would last, but I realized that your just a piece a ass I know your game chicks are all
they seen I Maybach cause I'm not a limousine guy Suit with the bow tie no bean pies The Laperle match well with these Feragamis Killer shoe game these
babe We black market, we black made We hit shit out when it rains Would you come down and catch my train? Would you run down and play this game? Check
as of now we cooking pies The block showed me love, Flocka got the plug Smeezy off the heezy got them bouncing in the club Hoes give me hugs but them
entertainers, hoe ass nigga restrainers Assembly line in the kitchen pickens in proper containers We real niggas, not ill niggas, polos rap more than Hilfigers We in this rap game
[Chorus:] Throw it to me baby, ima runningback Through tha hole now, can yo boi touchdown?x2 Bounce dat ass ho [x8] (Shake it twist it)(Twist it shake
in your middle like Monie (yeah), Don't know me, But your settin up to blow me, Try to style, Fly up north with a homie (yes), It's style is dondatta, Playas stay splurgin', Game
, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce
twenty first Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt And though it hurts to see the change It comes with the fame Watch them gossip in this silly game
Because of fear we'll evaporate Say your prayers And what's next [Chorus x2:] Hard livin' got me goin' insane But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the game
ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like
while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce
