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Chorus: Juvenile]
I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
Bounce back bounce back then bounce back
I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
Bounce back bounce back then bounce back
I'm about to bounce back bounce then bounce back
Bounce back bounce back then bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce then bounce back
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
You ever had corns on your fingers from squeezing the mac to much
Nigga be rhyming the dice game and the wack do up
Tripping stolen strip cars for a living
Stayed away from home when ever they was bitchin
We used to rush the customers for sales when they pull up in cars
Untill undercovers started putting us behind bars
Menace to society is all we watch
In the back seat strapped with the throw away glocks
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Your people would got ya Cochrin if your cheese be right
You know i've be holding it down playa you a dog
I'm a real nigga I ain't gonna stop accepting your phone call
I'm a blow and toss a hoe for you, like I'm supposed to do
I'm serious and focused too, know I am over do
The first nigga to park a Rolls Royce in the bricks
While I fly private charter out of town by a bitch
HATA BİLDİR
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