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Bounce Lyrics

Bounce, oh, I like you
Bounce
Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here girl, come here girl, bounce
Come here girl, come here girl, let me talk to you
Lemme see them big titties
Don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty
Break bread if you wanna get with me
All I wanna do is dig up in them kidneys
Tell your boyfriend he better mind his business
For he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I'm considered a boss you can't get me
He ain't got enough paper to deal with me
Baby girl wanna two step wit me
Turn around wit her ass up against me
Roll along and got tipsy
And then tonight, tomorrow you the mystery

All you haters on that hoe shit miss me
I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Fed it off 'til the motherfucker empty
I'll turn around and do the same shit next week come on
Bounce, like your ass had the hiccups
Bounce like we was ridin' in my pickup
Bounce, why you lookin' so sad baby girl you need to cheer up
Bounce, I got the remedy, it's you on me then me on you
Then you on me, then me on you, then you on her
Then her on me, then her on you, and y'all on me
And me on y'all and y'all on me menage a trois
Menage a trois
There she go, just what the doc's been lookin' for
She just what I need, lookin' Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow we can disappear for a week or so
Yeah, I gotta stadium flow Superbowl with it like I'm Dungy yo
Oh, yes, congratulations you've won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and
And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem
I kill me just like you from the back you'll see
Bounce, like your ass had the hiccups
Bounce like we was ridin' in my pickup
Bounce, why you lookin' so sad baby girl you need to cheer up
Bounce, I got the remedy, it's you on me then me on you
Then you on me, then me on you, then you on her
Then her on me, then her on you, and y'all on me
And me on y'all and y'all on me menage a trois
Menage a trois
Hold up, hell naw like Britney Spears I wear no drawls
In the club I drink it up, goomp goomp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man
Bet that I could make him love me
When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch
Of this big ole butt, big ole butt
Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck
Take 'em to the crib, yeah we gon' fuck
You could call me a freak, I like to get buck
And I don't have to do much to make him get it up
Sum Yung Ho, she worth two dollars
I'm worth more dollars than make up beauty parlors
I pop collars, co-co-collars
I don't buy shots, I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls we only buy the bottles
But like a porn star I'm best when to swallow
Bounce, like your ass had the hiccups
Bounce like we was ridin' in my pickup
Bounce, why you lookin' so sad baby girl you need to cheer up
Bounce, I got the remedy, it's you on me then me on you
Then you on me, then me on you, then you on her
Then her on me, then her on you, and y'all on me
And me on y'all and y'all on me menage a trois
Menage a trois
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce

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Tq

Terrance Quaites is an American R&B singer, known professionally as TQ.

TQ was raised in the church (he sang in the choir) but his real education came from the streets, where the first wave of hip-hop music became the soundtrack to his life. "From Monday to Saturday I was hangin', partyin', chasing girls, getting in trouble, and straight-up acting the fool," he admits. "But on Sunday my mother dragged me out of bed to go to church. That's where I developed my singing voice and learned how to make people feel me."

TQ was never a thug in the true sense of the word: His hard-working parents instilled positive values in him, and didn't hesitate to set him straight when he was wrong. At 16, when his mom found a gun in his room, she sent the teenager to live with an aunt in Atlanta. In retrospect, says TQ, "sending me down South saved my life. It made me straighten up—for awhile, anyway."

These conflicting circumstances honed TQ's survival instincts and his passion for music. "The little money I had to buy records was spent on rap," he notes. "See, I really wasn't much into my generation's r&b. I listened more to the old-school soul that my parents had in the house. So my music now is more a combination of that and hard-core hip-hop."

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