Lyrics Boom Home
0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Memphis Bleek: Bounce Bitch Lyrics

All Lyrics Of Memphis Bleek

All Types Of Shit lyrics
Bounce Bitch lyrics
Change Up lyrics
Do My lyrics
Everybody lyrics
Everyday lyrics
Everything's A Go lyrics
From My Hood To Your Hood lyrics
Hood Muzik lyrics
Hustlers lyrics
I Get High lyrics
I Wanna Love U lyrics
I Won't Stop lyrics
In My Life lyrics
Is That Yo Chick lyrics
Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses) lyrics
Live Life 2 Tha Fullest lyrics
Memphis Bleek Is... lyrics
Murda 4 Life lyrics
Murda Murda lyrics
My Life lyrics
My Mind Right (Remix) lyrics
Need Me In Your Life lyrics
Now lyrics
P.Y.T. lyrics
R.O.C. lyrics
Regular Cat lyrics
Roc-A-Fella Get Low Respect It lyrics
Round Here lyrics
Stay Alive In NYC lyrics
They Will Never Play Me lyrics
Thug Nigga lyrics
U Know Bleek (Intro) lyrics
Understand Me Still lyrics
War lyrics
We Ballin' lyrics
We Get Low lyrics
What You Think Of That lyrics
Who's Sleeping lyrics
Why You Wanna Hate For lyrics
Is That Yo Chick? lyrics
534 lyrics
Interlude lyrics
Dear Summer lyrics
Like That lyrics
Infatuated lyrics
The One lyrics
Smoke The Pain Away lyrics
All About Me lyrics
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Song title: Bounce Bitch
Lyrics:



Huh, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Y'all ain't ready for this shit

Y'all ain't ready

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's go, yo



You ho's know I stay jig

ROC wear sweat suits

Type to pull up on your block

2G benz coupe and you know

I ain't even got to spit no game

I just show you the chain

Then I'm getting some brain

Hit it left, right, left

Like I'm bouncing with drama

Just light up a light

Put that glow on the arm

I let you sip Don

If the Cris' too strong

Once the bitch drunk

Then she showing that thong

As we proceed

Got her rolling the weed

Hydro eyes low on our way to the p's

Ya'll know I go I be nervy than deez

Niggas who scheme

Niggas who be trying to get Bleek

So you know I keep the heat

I be ready to creep

Nine low, bright though

Get a quick thirteen

Violate you'll see

You can die this week

Motherfucker I don't play

I get this cream, jigga



[1] - Bounce bitch

Let's get it poppin'

You fucking with this thug

Who love to go shopping

Love to cop jewels to light up my crew

So bitch act right

You could light up to, but

Bounce bitch

Let's get it poppin

You fucking with this thug

Who know when they're watching

You know I aint frontin'

Show me something

Bitch, you act right

I might buy you you something



Ayo you know the wife

She the type you aint seen duke

She love a thug

When he dressed in them jean suits

Wifebeaters

With that ice that bling duke

She know the Memph

Get deep in her spleen duke

I keep her jig

Cause I send her through Nine West

Your bitch bad but I keep mine dressed nigga

Gucci shoes, Fendi bags and shit

Princess cut's briggets all that classy shit

And you know next step

Now she giving me head

6a.m fuck it we could do it again

And I'm a Juvenile bitch

So back that ass up

You drink, I'ma Cognac your ass up

What's your life like

I'm about my ends so get your peeps, I got a couple of friends

And I'ma tear it up shit

Smoke an ounce and I'm gone

If the cat tight

Fuck it Memph leaving tomorrow



[Repeat 1]

Cool Links


All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright 2000-2009 LyricsBoom.com