Bounce

Lyrics

[Chorus: Whitney Peyton] They feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce They feeling my Yeah, they like the way you dress, you walk, your style, but bitch, they feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bitch, they feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce [Verse 1: Whitney Peyton] Don't got the swagger, Prada bags, na Model face and all of that, na Won't fake the interest in basic bitches Whitney simpley not part of that These broads hot, I otta laugh Been on the [?] like starter caps I been on the field like I started facts I'm that new new bitch, you artifacts My autograph's on your girlfriend's tits To nail this shit, I don't need french tips Sink or swim, I got real friendships How you make it off of mumbling? Real question I ain't gotta talk about it, I can be about it We can see about it, everytime I come round round round I got people hold me down down down [?] make them [?] The it factor make the clowns freeze That's a glitch factor, it's about steeze I be moving mountains for a minute, so you thinking I was kidding I can do it with the crowd? Please You have these things, like platnom chains Half a brain's twice as lame I can't complain, I'm half insane The indostry's looking like a fucking game show Walk into the party looking like a rainbow Walk into the party looking hella strange, yo I don't really go with the grane The hoes are the same Do it for the frickin peysos Fuck it, we don't need them Got the people getting loud When I'm on the stage, I'm making everybody bounce [Chorus: Whitney Peyton] They feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce They feeling my Yeah, they like the way you dress, you walk, your style, but bitch, they feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bitch, they feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce [Verse 2: Underrated] W.P. hit me up on her Facebook, she was like "I need a 16" So I laced her, grown marajuana player, not a gangster Something like a hippy and a pimp getting paper Turn the music up, make it bump for your neighbor Don't be a dumb fuck like Trump and [?] [?] never been in my nature Your girl saw my dick, and [?] clame her This is easy to me, spoonfeeding the beat, [?] beast [?] me [?] killing the whole scene, [?] Like a pitbull free off the leash Rap like a [?] 16 Like Ripley's [?] beliefe Pretty girl's on her knees like [?] R. Kelly in the shower, then I [?] on your feet Jerzies and my Nikes, never see me in tight jeans Hey don't seem to like me [?] get mad, now you wanna fight me 'Cause I'm up in the lab, all up in your psyky [?] wrist, I got the motivation and I'm never quitting [?] the difference is, I make 'em wanna bounce to this Top shelf, make 'em wanna buy an ounce of this I'm on a new level, put gas to the petal We rolling [?] high everyday [?] top grade, [?] smoke it, we floating [?] away with a glamerous [?] But I'm sparking the canabis, lavinder [?] [?] straight to the face [?] rapping since back in the day [Chorus: Whitney Peyton] They feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce They feeling my Yeah, they like the way you dress, you walk, your style, but bitch, they feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bitch, they feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce [Verse 3: Wrekonize] Feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce They keep running up, [?] take it down They [?] I'm having my doubts, you know I ain't good in a crowd I walked in, like [?] With a vendeta on your fam ready It's been [?] every damn ghetty And the bounce been in high demand heavy Bitch, please You can kiss these With a pound of soft for your swiss cheese I've been running from the devil with a limp knee But got enough in the tank to Pimp C Sucker for pain, like Ty Dolla Got necks on tilt like hydraulics Made weight on tapes 'cause my mic [?] And your frail ass bars can't [?] But I came to be down [?] twist with y'all Bounce like a Rittz and a Twista song Bounce like a choak when I hit the bong Bounce like I'm on top [?] If you need me, I'll be [?] soul Bringing many metals, holding petal to the floor Any little devil tryna get me on the low Will be getting in trouble until they [?] floor They be feeling my [Chorus: Whitney Peyton] They feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce They feeling my Yeah, they like the way you dress, you walk, your style, but bitch, they feeling my bounce They feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bounce, they feeling my bounce Bounce, bounce Bitch, they feeling my bounce, they feeling my bounce