Yelawolf - Bounce

альбом "Mud Mouth"

Текст песни: Bounce

[Verse 1]
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
Twacked 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, walkin' around like I'm in a movie
Light a cigar and jump in a jacuzzi
Squat the motel, fuck the motel
Aluminum can down in the koozie
Got a buzz now, like a bug now
Like I pulled a metal fork out of a plug now
Dropped the last bit of sense I had
Got it medicated with the mеdical drugs now
Red head, I went Opiе Taylor
Red hot like I’m Obi’s saber
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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 rag, pocket with a rag, yeah
Pocket with a rag, pocket with a rag, 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 rockin' chair
With no Actavis, a full cup of codeine
Poppin' up with these proper bars
I got enough trouble just throwin' down the old me
Took a hit of that California bud
I caught a 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
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Bubba's got that bitch packed, Bubba's gettin' lit
Bubba bought the bar, Bubba's fuckin' 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, crawled up in the Chevy like I stole it
Left it 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 her nose and then she goin', goin'
Goin' 'til the sunlight blowin', tokin'
GoPro in the slow motion, soakin' wet
Lookin' like Hulk Hogan's oldest
No holes in the bar, notice no kids
Puttin' on a show for the whole clique
So sick that I gotta take a pill for it
Hold it, killer then you explode it
Let a full clip out then I reload it, yo it's
[Chorus]
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

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