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Bounce Back Lyrics

[Chorus: Juvenile]


I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back


I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back


Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back


I'm about to bounce back bounce b-bounce back


Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back


I'm about to bounce back b-bounce bounce back


Bounce back bounce back b-bounce back


I'm about bounce back bounce b-bounce back





[Verse 1: Juvenile]


You ever had corns on your fingers from squeezing the mack to much


Nigga be rhyming the dice game where me and lil wack grew up


Tripping stolen strip cars for a living


Stayed away from home when ever they was bitchin


We used to rush the customers for sales when they pull up in cars


Until undercovers started putting us behind bars


Menace to society is all we watch


In the back seat straped with the throw away glocks


I got some partners in the business never seeing the light


Your people would gota cocking if your cheese be right


You know I've been holding it down playa you a dog


I'm a real nigga I ain't gonna stop accepting your phone call


I'm a blow and toss a hoe for you, like I'm supposed to do


I'm serious and focused to you, know I am over do


The first nigga to park a Rolls Royce in the bricks


While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch





[Chorus]





[Verse 2: Juvenile]


Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds


Long as I breathe ain't nothin in this world that they can't be


Yeah I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke


Started tweakin and broke in them people house next do'


Shot a nigga for smokin rocks on my mom back porch


Damn near graduated and got on that dope


My, work is an art, I am better than smart


Homey I hustle with a strategy that's never been taught


I can make the coke flip, I can make a hoe strip, I can spray the whole clip,


I take nothing from no bitch


I got the money in the case, 45 in the waist


Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gate


Could you believe a nigga feelin like he still ain't ate?


Huh, y'all don't understand you shoulda seen my plate


Would love to give you some credit, but even you said it


Be serious about your money and right now I'm tryin to get it





[Chorus]





[Verse 3: Baby]


I'm on a mission lil' daddy


Put this paint on the caddy


Nigga ridin threw the hood and we blowing on candy


Stay G'd up from my head to my feet


I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets


Saw death and crime for the first same time


Them rims don't shine just a vision of mine


Put this shit back together cause I stay on the grind


Nigga know I gets me I stunt all the time


For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown


O.G. mother fuckers who be getting it on


Niggaz stunting and they shining bling blingin all the timin


I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving


Nigga thug to death, remember the projects


Juve came back now you bitches upset


Nigga know how we getting it cause we getting it on


Keep it coming, keep it getting, bitch my money is long





[Chorus]