Lil' Wayne - Shorty Bounce - Sözleri

Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah, holla at me



(mannie fresh in background)



[Verse One]

Say boooyyyyy

You don't want to get hit with the AR, AR, 15, 15, flip cars

So just imagine what it do to pussy niggaz that goin against me

I come hhhaaard, I'm so hard

I'm bruising up my knuckles I'm watching my fist bleed, fist bleed

So whhhaaat

I'm bustin this bustin this fuckin up everybody that I see

So move to the left, cause you might catch a hot one

Tear a whole square out ya chest with the shotgun

Make a whole pair out one nigga with the shotgun

We can go there, my nigga, I'm so there

Rockin' by myself with the chopper on the backseat

Shoot out the driver side knock his body to the backseat

Stop pause, make the Dominique Dawes

Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off he



[Chorus]

Lose the handguns, we don't got back nigga

We hold shotguns, we pop that nigga

And when you shot it, don't it

It make ya body bounce

You do the shorty bounce



And when it hit you don't it

It make ya body bounce

You do the shorty bounce, bounce



Shorty Bounce

Now bounce shorty bounce

Now bounce shorty bounce

It make ya body bounce



[Verse Two]

A, ay fella

You ain't wanna get hit with the AK, AK, 47, 47, heavy metal

Guns and roses

Roses and dresses

Funeral settins

Blessins

Ay man

You see 'em on the waist

I'm tryna shoot straight, straight shot

Don't lose faith

Homie use safe

Hit ya in ya grill, now they call you two face

This ain't dance, this a motherfuckin' pressure point

Eartquake, break a nigga down to a decimal

Break a nigga break, break a nigga down to a vegetable

Lay ya grandmother next to you

This the, the untestable, the untouchable

The young stunna do, whatever stunna do

Stop pause nigga, make the Dominique Dawes

Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off, heeyy



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

Ay chuummp

You ain't wanna get hit with this straight pump

just a pump, with the pump, with the pump

Not the pump, the pump

You know if I get em, he gotta bend, he gotta lean, he gotta slump

I shot 'em once, with the buckshots

Make it look like a sun shots

And now his body all dumb hot

He turned cold dead

Anybody get it, city cops and feds

Look me in my eyes, nah look me in my barrel

Leave a barrel strawberry cherry on ya apple

I'm a very scary, new orleans mammal

Shorty on my back got me walkin like a camel

Put a hump in ya back and lift you up

I'm weezy f baby

Gettin' too tough

Stop pause, make the Dominique Dawes

Flippin bitch niggaz when them shorty's go off he



[Chorus]










		
			



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