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  • 作词 : J. Smith/T. Smith
    作曲 : J. Smith/T. Smith
    Yeah, I though all y'all was goin'
    Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
    We're gonna take y'all on a little ride and *******t
    You mean now, now, now, yeah
    We gonna sail in one of them
    Big fat ocean liners on the street
    Swim through this mutha ******a
    Busta-Bus now, now, now
    Hop scotch
    I found a new bounce
    Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock
    Stop chips and **** glocks wit' clips
    Go sailing in hot *******ps and park big whips
    Getting' them whips and bounce outta town
    Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
    Baby, girl, gimme yo hand **** fast
    With a number in your hand, hot ass
    Shorty actin' just like she had a hit on me
    ******' while shorty's busy shakin' her *******t on me
    Man, stop, just let ‘em flop
    Watch girlfriend let alone **** block
    Hot *******t make a ******* wanna whine just like a reggae tune
    Make y'all ******z wanna act and bust the
    AKEveryday create a may lay today is pay day
    Mutha ******a you better make way
    Live your life, go get your money
    Get that dough, bounce if ya want
    And light that blunt, smoke if you got to
    Shake yo *******t, bounce if you have to
    Flimode squad back in the spot
    With all yo *******t bounce in the truck
    Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want
    All my ******z, all my ******z
    All my *******, c'mon
    We stay spittin' on, see what we sittin' on
    *******ttin' you see how my twenty inch be fittin' on ******
    A hundred dollar bill shorty, number was written on
    Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on
    C'mon, move quiet with all the
    DL chicksWho carry on
    Lincoln head up on my
    CL 6Hit y'all wit' the *******t split y'all
    Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all
    We suppose to reach most *******t bang
    Watch how ******z bounce in
    East Coast
    Choke, y'all, provoke, y'all
    Killin' street everytime we distribute the coke all
    Check it, see now a days we caught cribs
    And caught big fat loss ****** big fat *******
    That make cliques back off the way we prove it to y'all
    Is just bang ******z every time we do it to y'all
    Live your life, go get your money
    Get that dough, bounce if ya want
    And light that blunt, smoke if you got to
    Shake yo *******t, bounce if you have to
    Flimode squad back in the spot
    With all yo *******t bounce in the truck with
    Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want
    All my ******z, all my ******z
    All my *******, c'mon
    Yeah, straight black out *******t fo show
    Making you back yo mack out quick
    AiyoYeah, we floss and drop pricy things
    Talk slick and money and rock icy things
    She tried to get that score
    By throwing the ******* begging me to hit that raw
    We puts it on and watch ******* getting' a getsy
    Flimode up in this mutha ******a just for the record
    Live your life, go get your money
    Get that dough, bounce if ya want
    And light that blunt, smoke if you got to
    Shake yo *******t, bounce if you have to
    Flimode squad back in the spot
    With all yo *******t bounce in the truck with
    Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want
    All my ******z, all my ******z
    All my *******, c'mon
  • 作词 : J. Smith/T. Smith
    作曲 : J. Smith/T. Smith
    Yeah, I though all y'all was goin'
    Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
    We're gonna take y'all on a little ride and *******t
    You mean now, now, now, yeah
    We gonna sail in one of them
    Big fat ocean liners on the street
    Swim through this mutha ******a
    Busta-Bus now, now, now
    Hop scotch
    I found a new bounce
    Just rock back and fourth while my beat knock
    Stop chips and **** glocks wit' clips
    Go sailing in hot *******ps and park big whips
    Getting' them whips and bounce outta town
    Take trips ride slow through them hoods and park at the main strip
    Baby, girl, gimme yo hand **** fast
    With a number in your hand, hot ass
    Shorty actin' just like she had a hit on me
    ******' while shorty's busy shakin' her *******t on me
    Man, stop, just let ‘em flop
    Watch girlfriend let alone **** block
    Hot *******t make a ******* wanna whine just like a reggae tune
    Make y'all ******z wanna act and bust the
    AKEveryday create a may lay today is pay day
    Mutha ******a you better make way
    Live your life, go get your money
    Get that dough, bounce if ya want
    And light that blunt, smoke if you got to
    Shake yo *******t, bounce if you have to
    Flimode squad back in the spot
    With all yo *******t bounce in the truck
    Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want
    All my ******z, all my ******z
    All my *******, c'mon
    We stay spittin' on, see what we sittin' on
    *******ttin' you see how my twenty inch be fittin' on ******
    A hundred dollar bill shorty, number was written on
    Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on
    C'mon, move quiet with all the
    DL chicksWho carry on
    Lincoln head up on my
    CL 6Hit y'all wit' the *******t split y'all
    Chicks all on my whip hoping ya ass fit y'all
    We suppose to reach most *******t bang
    Watch how ******z bounce in
    East Coast
    Choke, y'all, provoke, y'all
    Killin' street everytime we distribute the coke all
    Check it, see now a days we caught cribs
    And caught big fat loss ****** big fat *******
    That make cliques back off the way we prove it to y'all
    Is just bang ******z every time we do it to y'all
    Live your life, go get your money
    Get that dough, bounce if ya want
    And light that blunt, smoke if you got to
    Shake yo *******t, bounce if you have to
    Flimode squad back in the spot
    With all yo *******t bounce in the truck with
    Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want
    All my ******z, all my ******z
    All my *******, c'mon
    Yeah, straight black out *******t fo show
    Making you back yo mack out quick
    AiyoYeah, we floss and drop pricy things
    Talk slick and money and rock icy things
    She tried to get that score
    By throwing the ******* begging me to hit that raw
    We puts it on and watch ******* getting' a getsy
    Flimode up in this mutha ******a just for the record
    Live your life, go get your money
    Get that dough, bounce if ya want
    And light that blunt, smoke if you got to
    Shake yo *******t, bounce if you have to
    Flimode squad back in the spot
    With all yo *******t bounce in the truck with
    Yes, yes, y'all bounce, we go what ya want
    All my ******z, all my ******z
    All my *******, c'mon