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letra de bounce out with that (remix) - ybn nahmir

[chorus: ybn nahmir]
(gang)
lately been on that f-ck a n-gga sh-t (f-ck a n-gga sh-t)
take a n-gga b-tch and then i p-ss her to the clique (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
i say, see me, i don’t got no time for no b-tch (time for no b-tch)
i just get ’em for the bros, i’m just worried ’bout them chips, i’m a, ayy
shot call, lil’ n-gga, i’ma stay wild (huh, huh)
hot n-gga, i belong in a dog pound (‘long in a dog pound)
shot call, lil’ n-gga, i’ma stay wild (b-tch)
hot n-gga, i belong in a dog pound (‘long in a dog pound)

[post-chorus: ybn nahmir]
f-ck a b-tch and then i put it in a b-tch throat (b-tch throat)
never give a b-tch yo’ phone, that’s a no-no (h-ll nah)
off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (on the gang)
loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (huh)
f-ck a b-tch and then i put it in a b-tch throat (b-tch throat)
never give a b-tch yo’ phone, that’s a no-no (h-ll nah)
off tops, new chain, and my wrist froze (huh)
loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (huh)

[verse 1: ybn nahmir]
stop it, n-ggas knowin’ that i drop sh-t (i drop sh-t)
get popped quick ’cause them n-ggas that you rock with (rock with)
like jay said, b-tch i gotta keep a chopstick (grrah)
big stick, i bounce out with that mop stick (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
these n-ggas talkin’, watch i pull up in that f-ckin’ hemi (skrrt)
tote automatics so i p-ss my lil’ bro the semi (on the gang)
i’ma rock this lil’ b-tch ’til that tank empty (huh)
i’ma still blow that b-tch ’til the clip empty (ayy, gang)

[bridge: ybn nahmir]
b-tch i’m a p (what), b-tch i’m a g (huh)
took that lil’ b-tch now that b-tch off the leash (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang)

[chorus: ybn nahmir]
lately been on that f-ck a n-gga sh-t (f-ck a n-gga sh-t)
take a n-gga b-tch and then i p-ss her to the clique (p-ss her to the clique, n-gga)
i say, see me, i don’t got no time for no b-tch (time for no b-tch)
i just get ’em for the bros, i’m just worried ’bout them chips, i’m a, huh
shot call, lil’ n-gga, i’ma stay wild (huh, huh)
hot n-gga, i belong in a dog pound (‘long in a dog pound)
shot call, lil’ n-gga, i’ma stay wild (b-tch)
hot n-gga, i belong in a dog pound (‘long in a dog pound)

[verse 2: machine gun kelly]
aye, ybn i need a piece of this sh-t hold up
aye, gunna, lately i’m f-cking everybody’s b-tch
take they lil’ sh-t and then i throw it on my wrist
i’m a outlaw never played the politics
in the grammy’s with a gun until they put me on the list
i had, two popstars in the same pic
now them two popstars on the same d-ck
ruthless, who’s b-tch did i have at ruth chris
eating up two d-cks like twix? (tell ’em who it is!)
it’s the young gun, one ton (aye, whoo!)
suitcase full of ben franks in the trunk
double x (gang!)
gang in the flesh (gang!)
bounce out with the pistol with the moncler vest (boom!)
oh you mad ’cause i’m styling on you
we eatin’ penne, all italian on you
three albums on you (three of them!)
man you not really with this sh-ts
you don’t wanna go to war with the twenty one-six
b-tch i’m a g
b-tch i’m a freak
my b-tch bring two b-tches, b-tch that make three, i say

- ybn nahmir

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