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King Lil G

More Bounce

 

More Bounce

(Album: 90's Kid - 2015)


[Verse 1:]
More bounce to the ounce
Lbc's in the muthafucken house
Me & my boy t-nut bout to go & smoke a ounce
All the gangstas in the building
They know how I get around
Get some wraps, put some weed in it
My girl is never jealous, man she g with it
47 deep is how I'm rolling
Don't brag about your money, get it stolen
Cornuta the block, my homies peeled out
My homie dro is out, shit is real now
Tatted in the face, is how I feel now
All you wack ass rappers getting killed now
Thc got me feeling in my zone
All alone getting stoned
2-Tone got the chrome
This for my homie krypto out in pacoima
Muthafuckas knowing how I do in california

[Hook]
You bitches wanna fuck with my homies
Bitches wanna fuck with the homies (fuck with the homies)
Ain't no bitches too good for the homies
Bitches wanna fuck with my homies (fuck with my homies)

[Verse 2 2-Tone:]
More bounce to the ounce
Bout to show these young homies
What this life all about
South gate boys
Yo we so above the clouds
Been sucio since I sold g that first pound
And uh, L.A. city stay bouncing
Pull the baddest bitches
And they titties stay bouncing
Talk dirty to me, let me feel whats in that blouse
Hitting up chile sauce, bring a blunt up to the house
(break it up, break it up)
Cause 2tone got that real
You down with my squad
Then show me how you feel
So fucken loud, like you want us to kill
Another day, another dollar, just another drug deal
That ak47 pays me, got bad bitches going crazy
Call me big pappa like baby, baby
If you smoke a gang of weed, lets blaze it

[Hook]

[Verse 3 Young Drummer Boy:]
I blow clouds everywhere
All my young homies throw your hands in the air
My whole click stay bossing
My lil homies coming from the streets in slauson
Thats really dope
See I'm smokin on some shit that you will never smoke
And you know I gotta do it for my city bro
My homies chucking up the hood in the front row
Aye, more bounce to the ounce
See the bitch that I'm with
Make it bounce on the couch
She high in the clouds
With a blunt in her mouth
Yeah I already know what I'm about
(lets get it)

[Hook]

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