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bounce (freestyle) - couch party lyrics

[intro: c*losmane]
yeah, uh, yeah, it’s your boy c*los again, roger that

[verse 1: c*losmane]
ayy, ayy, cruising on my hood with my f*cking swingers
swinging to the left and the right with them haters
i know everybody hating ’cause a n*gga bugging
and you would hate nothing ’cause a n*gga you bugging
bugging, slugging, k!lling all these hoes
i got the grill on my t**th, i’m banging on your hoe
i know you f*cking hating ’cause your mama calling my phone
telling me “what it do?”, baby chrome
chrome on my d*ck, snow on my d*ck
i got h*lla b*tches heading up on my d*ck, uh
i got my manager telling me to chill
i’m spending too much money in the f*cking hill
man, i’m f*cking riding in this hill like i’m sl!ck
and f*ck all you n*ggas ’cause y’all n*ggas ain’t nothing but a b*tch
uh, i got the grill in my mouth
and i can hear y’all n*ggas talking behind my back
and y’all ain’t nothing but a sh*t when y’all got the f*cking gat, pop*pop n*gga
you ain’t nothing but a sl!ck ass b*tch
you werе nothing but a sl!ck ass f*cking**f*cking snitch
hate on me, hate on mе
i got a lot of haters hating in the back
shut the f*ck up and step your motherf*cking back
uh, step the f*ck back ’cause it’s my turn
this is c*losmane, this is my motherf*cking turf
uh, welcome to my f*cking hood
i got even 5*0 in the back, swinging in my hood
i got them swingers while we sipping on them 40’s
’cause i got h*lla n*ggas hating me from dodi’s
uh, well, shut the f*ck up and turn your ass around you ain’t nothing but a mug
uh, cl!ck*cl!ck, let me reload my gat
a n*gga hating ’cause a n*gga got a lot of fat ass bouncing in my face
throwing money in the club, the n*ggas hating while i’m doing things, uh
i’m cruising down the freeway doing 80, 90, 100, f*ck it i say 120, uh
then i don’t give a f*ck what you say (nah)
i got my people in my back ready to obey, boom*boom (obey)
i got the shots fired in the back
oh sh*t 5*0? fire at them at n*gga, uh
pulled out with that ak, short clip with no wood
and i can put suppress a n*gga hating ’cause i would
i would blast the n*gga till he’s down and he’s dead
a n*gga been through a lot, a n*gga, he’s dead
i guess you can say i got no soul
a n*gga really hating ’cause i’m doing this on my own
i’m riding on my hood with my f*cking boys
i guess you can say we cruising like we loco
we doing this sh*t, we crazy, we m*f*’s
we doing this sh*t, we sipping on four more
and we don’t give a f*ck what you gotta say
my crew bigger and bigger and better than you (shut the f*ck up)
[verse 2: blazul]
what you claiming, b*tch? we claiming castin crew
we come up motherf*cking overcasting, what it do?
rolling down the window and pull up with extendo’s
i pull up with the swisher, i pull up at your front door
sneaking through that back door, yeah, i’m creeping, lurking
i’m peeping through your window, b*tch, i’m behind f*cking curtains
i got the f*cking uzi, i got anything
i got anything in my *rs*nal with the bling
with the bling in my mouth, b*tch
i got the silver, looking like a werewolf, b*tch, i got f*cking mills
i got millions, b*tch, i can’t f*cking breathe
i can turn around a bad b*tch, yo’ b*tch is on her knees
i ain’t even speaking english, b*tch, i don’t f*cking need to
i’m speaking motherf*cking god language and i’m speaking that too
yeah, i got one f*cking tooth missing in my mouth
i don’t give a f*ck, i’m motherf*cking ceiling, yeah, i’m blowing out
b*tch, i ain’t got no roof tops
i got motherf*cking gold, yeah, b*tch and i’m on top
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, bounce, bounce
bounce with that motherf*cking heat in my pocket
blasting out that motherf*cker, yeah, i got the rocket launcher
i’m pulling up to f*cking afghanistan, pulling up to iran, yeah
world war iii, yeah, yeah
are we gonna go to war?
yeah, i think so, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yo’ b*tch slurping on my meat
she slurping on my meat like a go*gurt
it won’t hurt, it motherf*cking will hurt
when i put that sh*t between her legs
i go forward, i’m going down on her
she got a crumb on my lip, b*tch
hit that b*tch, slap in the f*cking face
what am i talking about?
you even know what i’m talking about, bro?
i’m trying to tell a story
it’s a story, bro
yeah, got the ink on my body, no i don’t
i wish i did, i got it in my notes
yeah, i manifest everything i need
i manifest everything into reality
i change my vocabulary like i don’t
want the f*cking thing i want
as i turn and run around
i ain’t saying nothing, no
’cause i ain’t got no purpose
i got all the f*cking worth, it’s**
i got motherf*cking
at my door lurking, creeping, hurting
peeping ‘hind the f*cking curtain
i’ma holy, holy, worth it
it’s a f*cking holy sermon
yeah, yeah, she bounce with that heat
yeah, yeah, she bouncing on my meat
yeah, yeah, she bouncing with that heat
yeah, yeah, she saying “what you mean?”
bounce, bounce
bounce, bounce
yeah, you wonder what my name is
blazul, ayy, c*losmane, b*tch

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