Roland Mac - Bounce (feat. imnotreal)

It's 106 miles to Chicago
We got a full tank of gas
Half a pack of cigarettes
It's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses
Hit it
Why do my emotions taking up my fucking role
Got some pussy it ain’t shit it meaning nothing to a hoe
Girl just go ahead and go ahead and
Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce up out my house
And just go bounce it up a stick
No one give a fuck about all your bodies it ain’t shit
I got one ounce of gold
You ain’t finna have it
Go and find your ass a job
Or just keep on sucking dick
Bitch yeah I don’t give a fuck
Just go bounce up out my view
You saying all that ass you carry is bout to bounce you something new
But I ain’t trusting what you say
You a god damn liar
Imma speak the fucking truth and that your life is satire hoe
Ok
Tell me when to go
We be riding with big sticks and all the choppas got extendos
Your momma sucking dick, I swear to god that bitch a nympho
I never was the type of bitch to run away from smoke
And if you tried to hit my blunt, I swear to god you'd choke
Yo pussy ass a joke, We'd be running through your pockets
I hold this glock you know I'll shoot just by the way I fucking cock it
If you knew what's in my waist, then you wouldn't be so cocky
Bitch you playing with your life
I made your bitch do some bukake
After she done gave the whole team some mothafucking sloppy
Your momma in the club and she just fucking threw it back
I feel like I'm Dwight Clark and I'm about to make the catch
We running while We on the loose
I only feel myself when I be pouring up the juice
Why do my emotions taking up my fucking role
Got some pussy it ain’t shit it meaning nothing to a hoe
Girl just go ahead and go ahead and
Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce up out my house
And just go bounce it up a stick
No one give a fuck about all your bodies it ain’t shit
I got one ounce of gold
You ain’t finna have it
Go and find your ass a job
Or just keep on sucking dick
Bitch yeah I don’t give a fuck
Just go bounce up out my view
You saying all that ass you carry is bout to bounce you something new
But I ain’t trusting what you say
You a god damn liar
Imma speak the fucking truth and that your life is satire hoe
I don’t give a shit
I’ll keep counting up my bands
Imma keep on rolling 5’s
Till I’m throwing down these hands
Girl keep blowing up my phone
I ain’t gonna call u back
Cause I’m whipping in my car, in the fucking race track
I’m just speaking out my mind
I think that you’re pretty cute
We can roll around together jumping with my parachute
I be flying cross the town
Going 100 miles per hour
Imma give you all these roses cause I know you like them flowers oh

Written by:
Asher Coronel, Roland Mac

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