Bounce by Jovanni

I’ve been killing shit, for a minute
Ain’t a damn thing change
Damn right, I get it
listen
if you really really wanna see the mission
Then you better get down when I starts spittin’
Ammunition
Cause I’m bout to start bringing in hos
By the boatload
Pussy so wet, better row
Better go slow
She don’t wanna stop till her moan
Make a sore throat
I just wanna please so I go, yes I go, go
Damn, y’all don’t even really know about it
But I still steady see heads bouncin’
A-stoundin’
in it so long that I’m loungin’
And countin’
Money in the bank and the girls I find arousin’
Thousands
I’ve been going like that
But ch’all, don’t really know me like that
Hold up, wait, money be flowing like that
Yeah I’ll put it in the open like that
I’m just trynna flex
For The sex
And the money and greed
The bundles of tree
Orange, blue, purple, and green
Geeking out, homie lookin’ like Urkel to me
“Did I do that?”, sitting with a surplus of weed
Some murderous tree
Suicide, QP and me
Homicide if you’re trying thieve
Do or die when you ride with me
Homie wanna hate? die to see

Lemme hit you with a paycheck... cause you be rollin with a boss
You like the shine on my necklace, might, found out what it cost, aye
Baby girl wants know, the road, straight to my heart
Well it don’t take much, just show, that soul, don’t get it just watch
Oh lord! Just get up and bounce, just get up and bounce
Amen! Just get up and bounce, just get up and bounce
Praise God! Just get up and bounce, just get up and bounce
Yeah Hallelujah! Just get up and bounce, aye, just get up and bounce

That was for the G’s, now it’s for the bars
Bout to run through these beats like boulevard
Call me the referee, the way pulling cards
Don’t need another beef, but here we are
I Leave him scarred
Everybody wanna get down
Just in case Jovanni fucks around spits rounds
John Wayne Gacy, keep the body in the house
Neighbor think I’m selling dope I better dip out
Better get down
I’m about to spit until I’m ghost chasing pac man
I ain’t feeling blue, today, so step back man
Never get to choose the way you get clapped and
People still think it’s strange I ain’t strapped damn
I don’t need a gun to fuck your life up
I’m the type to whoop your ass and make you light one
And your girl moves it fast so that I’ll come
That’s a double meaning, better get a leash, a tight one
Y’all already know that I’m bout it
Head-ache bass keep poundin’
Slap a mountain
Out the way with 1,000 rounds
Crown
The sound
mother fucker hold me down
Cause I bounce
Find the track, lay it out
And get loud
Then I fill the bank account
And smoke pounds
Fuck around and weigh it out by the ounce
And just straight hand it out when I’m down
Get up and bounce, just get up and bounce
Amen! Just get up and bounce, just get up and bounce
Praise God! Just get up and bounce, just get up and bounce
Yeah Hallelujah! Just get up and bounce, aye, just get up and bounce

• Hip Hop
• Bounce
• Cheaper Than Therapy
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Jovanni
• KS
• Kansas
• Rap
• THE COOKIE STORE
• Wichita
• Wichita