Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gaffney Pierre
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Y-Axis
Producer
Lyrics
Bounce, bounce out the scene with the whole squad
Bounce, bounce, bounce like some boobies without no bra
Bounce bounce, bounce out the club all these people in my section
Bounce that booty in a circle girl, then alter its direction
Dawg I'm so gone, see that booty I'll be gripping that with both palms
I'll be grinding on it, whispering some little sweet nothings in an ear
If we rubbing on each other, drop the tempo like a slow song
I think I'm smashing this, but that ain't accurate
Thought I had a rari, she was just an Acura
You know I like to go fast, see how quick I switched lanes
My new chick so receptive, I'm the type to kick game
It's immaculate, so yeah that's happening
In my circle I'm surrounded by some savages
Disrespect one, and then u gotta answer all of us
Trust me when I tell you we ain't having it
Bounce bounce out the scene like we saw cops
Bounce bounce, bounce on the d baby don't stop
Bounce, bounce, bounce like you Tryna win, baby get it in
Bounce bounce like you dipped and quit your old job
Bounce, bounce like you stole something
Bounce like you owe nothing
Bounce like a player holding court ball
Bounce bounce, bounce like the beat hits and bounce like you sea sick
Bounce like you airborne and you won't fall
Bounce, bounce bounce out the scene with the whole squad
Bounce, bounce, bounce like some boobies without no bra
Bounce bounce, bounce out the club all these people in my section
Bounce that booty in a circle girl, then alter its direction
Dawg I'm so gone, bartender poured strong
And I been gripping on this Beauty here for so long
Got a bottle and the team swigging, happy drunks not mean spirits
Finished it and now I think our souls gone
She want me sober baby I can't be it
But if u want it poppin baby I can be lit
Maybe kinda awkward, lemme ask the author, because your mind, nah baby I can't read it
I can barely type my digits in your phone
I put like 6 or 7 digits in a row, they the same shit
And the entry nameless, let's save ourselves the grief
Baby get up in my sheets I'll take you home and get you naked
Bounce bounce out the scene like we saw cops
Bounce bounce, bounce on the d baby don't stop
Bounce, bounce, bounce like you Tryna win, baby get it in
Bounce bounce like you dipped and quit your old job
Bounce, bounce like you stole something
Bounce like you owe nothing
Bounce like a player holding court ball
Bounce bounce, bounce like the beat hits and bounce like you sea sick
Bounce like you airborne and you won't fall
Bounce, bounce bounce out the scene with the whole squad
Bounce, bounce, bounce like some boobies without no bra
Bounce bounce, bounce out the club all these people in my section
Bounce that booty in a circle girl, then alter its direction
Writer(s): Gaffney Pierre
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