paroles de chanson BOUNCE - Swainoh , Justoid

This a Glock
On my diddy bop
How you really rock
Hit his top
We gon send em' down and watch the semi pop
I like subi jeans
Gucci bezel, Louis tees
I just popped up at the party with the call of duty thing
This a Fendi coat
Fuck with bitches I got plenty more
Plenty smoke
Plenty dope
He a dead guy
Got a pocket full of dead guys
Hoppin off a jet I catch the red line

Pop rock in my mouth I'm rocking white tee
Seems so long since niggas want to fight me
I grab a deuce and then I put it in my Hi-C
Shot of the Dusse make your Shorty really like me
Bitch now I'm stronger than ever
I'm the no cap right to Zstones bit of clever
Lil shorty fantasize about us being together
Told her if you really want it come and get it whenever then
Smoking on that heavy make my soul lock like treasure chest
Treat me like an angel bitch you know that I'm heaven sent
Imma make a list of everybody I'm better than
It's probably easier to make a list of everybody better than me
Quad up in the Backwood fuck a log I'm smoking trees
My music be contagious call it Justoid disease
Feeling like a slime ball bitch I'm really grease
Cuzzo hit a lick and then he run off with the cheese
Slide and wipe your nose bitch I'm still not a doctor
Damn sure ain't a dentist but your teeth imma knock em
Reach all my accomplishments and then imma top em
I miss the days where I would link with Jracks slide with the choppa
Say that shit again bitch I'm stronger than ever
Not riding in my whip no more you ashed on the leather
You can call me Mario double dash thats forever
Shorty tryna make a baby way she pull on my lever
Hop up in the studio you know that I'm locked in
My feelings they surround me man you know that I'm boxed in
Your problems look like pebbles so you know that my rocks big
Wanna talk about my drinking problem blame it on Hobson

This a Glock
On my diddy bop
How you really rock
Hit his top
We gon send em' down and watch the semi pop
I like subi jeans
Gucci bezel, Louis tees
I just popped up at the party with the call of duty thing
This a Fendi coat
Fuck with bitches I got plenty more
Plenty smoke
Plenty dope
He a dead guy
Got a pocket full of dead guys
Hoppin off a jet I catch the red line