Glasses Malone - Bounce Around lyrics

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Yo baby momma keep callin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new shit…

If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new shit…

If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new shit


White paint, white seats, white whips, cool whip

So sweet like deezer I do this

Haters hate but them hating niggas won’t do shit

No, I keep that 8 ball

Yea, no pull stick

Think you’re cool nigga? Yo my whole crew sick

Blame me, yea blame me and that’s real

Cuz I cough that paper up just to make sure we that it

I’m a boss, police knick nails

Our Philly nice town, that’s where Miguel

Got a thick bitch and my thick bitch she cook meals

She done fucked so many rappers

I told Berg give her a booked deal


Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Yo baby momma keep callin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault

Yo baby momma keep callin


Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Yo baby momma keep callin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault

Yo baby momma keep callin

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GLA, double dollar nigga

Rack 61 Impala nigga

My average ho, that’s a model nigga

So hide your bitch wiz, I’m a model stealer

Pittsburg, Detroit

Worldwide, we’re the D boys

Get that money stackin, that’s how we roll

Thousand dollar shoes, never down clothes

Already blew 9, God it’s time to go

Gotta blow 10 racks to make the crowd explode

Already blew 9, nother 5 to go

I just blew 10 racks, watch the crowd explode

The bomb nigga, NATO worried

I got street cred, they can’t take it from me

Now I’m flat bush, couple hundred crap

Down in H Town, I’m stage reppin shit

I just do me like jackin off

Old school Mac, nigga Macintosh

They keep a blacka blacka just to back him off

Passport stance, bitch I’m racking up


Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Yo baby momma keep callin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault

Yo baby momma keep callin


Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Yo baby momma keep callin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

Bounce around cuz I’m ballin

It ain’t my fault, it ain’t my fault

Yo baby momma keep callin


If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new shit…

If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new shit…

If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new shit…

If you see me in yo hood I’m probly ridin round in my new shit…


If you see…

If you see…

If you see…

If if you see…

If you see…






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