Lyrics Know The Rules - Tokyo Jetz , T.I.
Bounce,
biggity
bounce,
biggity
bounce,
biggity
bounce
it
Bounce,
biggity
bounce,
biggity
bounce,
biggity
bounce
it
Bounce
it,
biggity
bounce,
biggity
bounce
it
Ayy
Ask
my
jeweler
to
flood
my
wrist,
which
one
the
boss?
Well,
I′m
that
bitch
Hang
with
shooters,
they
gon'
step
From
the
field
that
boy
like
Steph
Took
a
chance
bet
on
myself,
if
he
talk
crazy
on
the
′net
Twitter
fingers
ain't
protected
like
a
shower
get
'em
wet
No
back
and
forth,
I
swear,
I
mean
it
Tryna
spazz,
just
need
a
reason
Hе
gon′
step,
don′t
need
no
molly
He
at
church
or
at
a
party
No
peacе
if
I
want
beef,
change
my
number
tryna
squash
it
Same
whip
just
spinned
your
block,
if
you
was
smart,
bitch,
you'll
watch
it
Call
Chi-Chi,
it′s
a
problem
Call
him
cleaner,
he
gon'
mop
it
That
boy
got
butterfingers
When
it′s
issues
he
gon'
drop
′em
Beat
a
bitch
up
out
her
bags,
greenlight
'em
at
the
spot
Freaky
bitches
set
'em
up,
caught
′em
lackin′,
gettin'
top
Bitch
eat
that
dick
up,
no
mistake,
don′t
need
no
hiccup
Probably
need
to
watch
my
temper
'cause
one
call
that
boy
gon′
stick
up
Know
niggas
dead
broke,
that'll
leave
you
dead,
bro
Give
a
fuck
′bout
who
you
is,
I
put
that
on
your
dead
folks,
nigga
Okay,
now
ain't
nobody
playin',
this
some
serious
shit
Know
my
independent
bad
bitches
feel
this
shit
Little
girls
ever
wanna
own
businesses
Well,
Tokyo
finna
tell
you
what
the
business
is
First
off,
fuck
your
bitch
and
the
clique
you
claim
Ain′t
no
conversation
we
don′t
mention
names,
ayy
We
keep
'em
comin′
while
we
runnin'
for
your
jewels
Steady
gunnin′,
keep
on
bussin'
at
them
fools,
bitch
you
know
the
rules
I
hate
a
pussy,
I
can
see
it
in
his
face
Make
′em
beg
me
just
to
eat
it,
on
his
knees
he
say
his
grace
Think
it's
sweet?
They
catch
you
with
'em,
knock
a
bitch
right
out
her
lace
Talk
shit
and
back
it
up,
geeked
squad,
I
MAC
them
up
I
ain′t
worried
′bout
no
beef,
bitch,
I
can
walk
through
any
spot
I'ma
sign
′em
if
they
tweakin',
I′m
just
tryna
make
'em
pop
Hoes
love
throwin′
subs,
send
a
@ if
you
really
with
it
Name
droppin'
in
them
songs,
we
know
you
ain't
really
spinnin′,
get
from′
round
Bitch,
you
wear
your
Glock
for
dress
up
See
me
like
a
ghost,
tell
that
bitch
to
pick
his
head
up
Had
a
baby
in
'19,
2020
ain′t
no
let
up
Call
whoever
bet
against
me,
tell
that
nigga
it's
a
set
up
And
fuck
who
ain′t
around,
no
regainin'
my
respect,
hoe
Moved
to
the
′burbs,
still
plugged
in
the
ghetto
Real
ass
bitch
get
respected
by
the
biggest
Heard
she
dropped
the
line,
I
ain't
trippin',
she
ain′t
with
it,
fuck
nigga
Okay,
now
ain′t
nobody
playin',
this
some
serious
shit
Know
my
independent
bad
bitches
feel
this
shit
Little
girls
ever
wanna
own
businesses
Well,
Tokyo
finna
tell
you
what
the
business
is
First
off,
fuck
your
bitch
and
the
clique
you
claim
Ain′t
no
conversation
we
don't
mention
names,
ayy
We
keep
′em
comin'
while
we
runnin′
for
your
jewels
Steady
gunnin',
keep
on
bussin'
at
them
fools,
bitch
you
know
the
rules
You
gotta
fuckin′
feel
this
shit,
boy
Bad
boy
Make
money,
make
money,
make
money
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