Текст песни Bounce - Yelawolf
Money
in
the
bag,
money
in
the
bag,
money
in
the
bag,
yeah
Money
in
the
bag,
money
in
the
bag,
money
in
the
bag,
yeah
Cracked
and
hazy,
ain′t
no
lie
Go
Patrick
Swayze
and
ghost
the
ride
She
said,
"Baby,
you
cold
as
ice"
Bitch
you
crazy,
I'm
on
fire
Yeah,
walking
around
like
I′m
in
a
movie
Light
a
cigar
but
jump
in
the
jacuzzi
Squat
the
motel,
fuck
the
motel
Aluminum
can
down
in
a
koozie
Got
a
buzz
now,
lick
the
bug
now,
like
i
pulled
a
metal
fork
out
of
the
plug
Now
drop
the
last
bit
of
sense
I
had
Got
it
medicated
with
the
medical
drugs
now
Red
head,
I
went
Opie
Taylor
Red
hot
like
I
won't
be
savored
Cinnamon
Creek
Water,
oh
yeah-er
Cover
the
bar
tab,
owe
me
later
When
I
was
younger,
would
go
to
keggers
On
the
cover,
pose
for
Fader
Hip-hop,
you
know
we
neighbors
Come
on,
you
know
me
player
C
for
the
country,
A
for
the
'Bama
T
for
the
tops
on
the
Thunderbird
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin′
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin′
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin'
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin′
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin'
bounce
May
throw
the
deuces
but
I
still
don′t
give
a
shit
And
all
my
lunatics
still
fuckin'
gettin′
it,
yeah
Pocket
with
a
rag,
pocket
with
a
pocket
with
a
rag,
yeah
Pocket
with
a
rag,
pocket
with
a
pocket
with
a
rag,
yeah
Feelin'
Shady,
feelin'
sly
You
stuck
to
labels,
I′m
peelin′
mine
My
folks
are
dirty,
ain't
no
lie
We
throw
the
birdy,
we
let
′em
fly
Yeah,
crank
it
up,
I
got
people
to
go
see
Back
up
in
the
lab
like
I
was
in
'03
Back
up
on
the
porch
in
a
rocking
chair
With
no
Activis,
a
full
cup
of
codeine
Poppin′
up
with
these
copper
bars
I
got
enough
trouble
just
throwin'
down
the
old
me
Took
a
hit
of
that
California
bud
I
call
that
51-50
then
took
the
whole
thing
Like
a
shell
toe
with
no
strings
Like
an
elbow
with
no
grease
Like
an
old
rock
with
no
ring
But
I′ma
make
that
rock
go
bling
I'ma
make
that
cop
go
"Son"
I'ma
need
that
autograph
please
I′ma
get
that
selfie
and
run
And
then
the
ticket
reads
C
for
the
country,
A
for
the
′Bama
T
for
the
tops
on
the
Thunderbird
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin'
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin′
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin'
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin′
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin'
bounce
Bubba′s
got
that
bitch
packed,
Bubba's
gettin'
lit
Bubba
bought
the
bar,
Bubba′s
fucking
gettin′
it
Run
around
the
grave,
run
around
the
grave,
run
around
the
grave,
yeah
Run
around
the
grave,
run
around
the
grave,
run
around
the
grave,
yeah
Tombstone,
yesterday
is
gone
Still
kickin',
got
my
boots
on
Old
Yeller,
new
bone
Still
bustin′,
Al
Capone
Yeah,
rolled
up
in
the
Chevy
like
I
stole
it
Livin'
at
the
bar
′til
the
manager
towed
it
Got
jacked
and
I
limped
back
like
Otis
New
patch
on
the
black
jacket,
sewed
it
(stripes)
Got
a
quarter
bag
of
that
golden
golden
Hound
dogs
wanna
take
notice
She's
a
slow
poke
with
a
show
′Til
the
blow
get
in
the
nose
and
then
she
goin'
Goin'
through
the
sunlight
blowin′,
tokin′
GoPro
with
the
slow
motion,
soaking
wet
Looking
like
Hulk
Hogan's
oldest
No
holes
in
the
bar,
notice
no
kids
Putting
on
a
show
for
the
whole
clique
So
sick
that
I
gotta
take
a
pill
for
it
Hold
it,
killer
than
you
explode
it
Let
a
full
clip
out
then
I
reload
it
Yo
it
C
for
the
country,
A
for
the
′Bama
T
for
the
tops
on
the
Thunderbird
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin'
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin′
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin'
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin′
bounce,
bounce
Billy
for
that
motherfuckin'
bounce
1 Hot
2 Light as a Feather
3 Oh No
4 Bounce
5 Conoco
6 Dope
7 Rocks at Your Window
8 HillBilly Einstein
9 Money
10 Losers Win Again
11 Dog House
12 Homeward Bound
13 Aquanet
14 Mud Mouth
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