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letra de bounce - max vista

[chorus]
anybody want it you can get it hoe
got some b-tches on video we getting silly bro
really really though chill with flow
you don’t know how to make it right
hit you with an ounce
i know how to make it bounce
make it bounce, yeah
i know how to make it bounce
hit you with an ounce
i know how to make it bounce
make it bounce, yeah
i know how to make it bounce (yeah)
hit you with an ounce
i know how to make it bounce
make it bounce yeah

[verse 1]
let it bounce b-tch (let it bounce b-tch)
feel that kitty let it pounce b-tch (pounce b-tch), yeah
max banded it (banded it)
getting cash i expanded it (i expanded it)
one smash, young saiyan gimmick (young saiyan gimmick)
gone, from another planet what i’m on (what i’m on)
searching for the one open the liquor on the low (or the low)
other ho’s made in red ’cause it matches with her thong
i should play with this new sista, everybody get along
what’s happening? (what’s happening?)
taxin’, max been snapping (max been snapping)
max been up y’all napping (y’all napping)
boy go dummy, bad grades no cappin’
mr. fantastic with the stretch, things happen
my flame on (flame on) you n-ggas singing the same song
max pray for ’em rocking the moon and my arm strong, uh
boss said even when i ain’t right i ain’t wrong
you need to mind your business get a joint, hit the bong n-gga

[chorus]
anybody want it you can get it hoe
got some b-tches on video we getting silly bro
really really though chill with flow
you don’t know how to make it right
hit you with an ounce
i know how to make it bounce
make it bounce, yeah
i know how to make it bounce
hit you with an ounce
i know how to make it bounce
make it bounce, yeah (yeah)
i know how to make it bounce
hit you with an ounce
i know how to make it bounce
make it bounce yeah

[verse 2]
yeah
attackin’ there’s no one catchin’ him
i’m matching a former mack and immaculate
i imagine you lackin’ my former bag
then i’m faster than you imaginin’
no passion for losing traction
compassion is for the dead and all you n-ggas pitiful
see what we finna do?
is getting critical ’cause y’all literally join the physical
our fictional it’s a miracle
nothing minimal, what i’ve visualized
money materialize
b-tch with me, pulled her imagine the thighs
the rap rocko, kempinski with the pen (uh)
call it with the drip get the luggage then i dip
felt sluggish but i’m also running for the chip
actually summer it’s a light trip
i’m driving down the strip (down the strip)
that booty bounce crazy it should teach classes (teach classes)
all my girls got big foreheads and fat assess
giant casket, flow harder than back taxes
f-ck passive, i smash gas no back traffic n-gga

- max vista

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