Kid Cudi - MOST AIN'T DENNIS
(BNYX) yeahBounce around, bounce around (yeah)
Yeah, bounce around (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, bounce, bounce (yeah)
Bounce around (yeah)
Turn around (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, bounce around (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Act like my poop don't stink (huh)
Walkin' in the party with a drink and my crew and a blunt
Give a fuck what many niggas think (uh)
While I got my fuckin' shine on with some girls on my lap
Brought the bro most cats never finesse (oh)
Express on my glow, over Benny, hope you gonna get it now
Doin' movies, TV shows, always tell me, I'ma burn a pack
Never fallin' off with the boss, that's facts (yeah)
One thing I learned from these lames in the game
Most ain't friends (no), most ain't Dennis (no)
Watchin' motherfuckers on the low
Watchin' every man in Chelsea glow as they hope that they finish
I ain't worried 'bout money, got a lot (yeah), love it (yeah)
Twisted shows, all frontin', it's nothin' (yeah)
Two middle fingers to the hate for the trouble
And I keep focus on my racks, double
"Fuck you" from me, if you don't like me, so what?
I am the free, God made me cold as Freon
Walk on a dream, I will show you what a king on
"Fuck you" from me, if you don't like me, ah-ha
Yeah, yeah (round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ha (round, 'round, 'round, 'round)
Huh, bitch (round, 'round, 'round)
Ah, ah-ha (round, 'round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, ah-ha (round, 'round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, ah-ha (round, 'round, 'round, 'round)
Dude, niggas don't know (uh)
Livin' dreams on a boat in West Indies
Coast while I'm doin' the most in most cities
Burnin' like the bro for the pass for the team, whoa
Never seen the color in them Nikes
SB Dunks on my ramp and the light
Post up at a house party, room spinnin' (ah-ah)
Fans spot me say I'm winnin', I'm grinnin'
See me in the drop, got a bad bitch on my chop, a lot
Most talk shit, 'til they see your ass out
Try and suck a nigga dick before you knock 'em out their socks (bitch)
Praying that these demons don't get me, they heavy
Bad bitches all in my trippy ball setting (uh-huh)
Livin' the scene, you couldn't dream it, believe it
The number one under the sun, here's the verdict (uh-huh)
"Fuck you" from me, if you don't like me, so what?
I am the free, God made me cold as Freon
Walk on a dream, I will show you what a king on
"Fuck you" from me, if you don't like me, ah-ha
Yeah, yeah (round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ha (round, 'round, 'round, 'round)
Bounce, bounce, bitch (round, 'round, 'round)
Bounce, ah-ha (round, 'round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, ah-ha (round, 'round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (round, 'round, 'round)
Yeah, yeah, ah-ha (round, 'round, 'round, 'round)
Written by:
Benjamin Saint Fort, Isaac De Boni, Jeremiah Raisen, Michael Mule, Scott Mescudi
Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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