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Bizounce Lyrics By Olivia

    fuck conversation i’m throwin him a lever
    leavin the crib with a dear john letter
    i’m takin what i need nigga fuck all ya cheddah
    fuck all ya jewelry and fuck all ya cars
    you ballin while i’m wishin on stars
    won’t have me wildin while you puffin on dro’s
    have me in the crib all panties and bras
    while you in the benzo messin wit broads
    have ya’ll face in another bitch twat
    go ahead playa boy that’s how you get shot i’ma get yo ass
    and i ain’t even like that silly nigga
    but i’m hurt and i’m filled up with liquor
    ponderin on if you really feel her
    only a man could make a girl a killer
    and wit a nine like this my nigga don’t sleep
    i’ma creep up on your behind my nigga

    repeat x
    i’m about to bizounce
    i can’t take this shit no more
    picture frame broken daddy
    cuz i can’t trust you
    i’m ridin high now
    so nigga fuck you

    drivin in yo benzo
    shinned up lorenzo
    ashtray filled wit indo
    toss it out the window
    bein fast as the ash blow
    leavin a nigga fuck ya cash flow
    i got my own account
    and it holds a nice amount
    i’ma come back for my clothes
    and come back for my roles
    you can keep them other hoes
    nigga that’s how the game goes
    and if ya didn’t know
    better ask somebody baby
    shoulda treated me like your lady
    nigga i gotta bizounce

    fuck the conversation
    i’m throwin you a letter
    keep them platinum credit cards
    keep all of your cheddar
    that shit don’t mean nuttin to me no nuttin to me no nuttin to me
    cuz i’m tired of you stressin me tired of you stressin me
    the scent of perfume on ya clothes in ya clothes
    messin wit them silly hoes silly hoes
    got me feelin miserable i’m miserable
    peddlin up wit hen and coke it’s on
    sleepin wit the enemy bitch
    boy you don’t wanna fuck wit me don’t wanna fuck wit me

    i ain’t never comin back no more
    i know you heard that shit before
    i don’t never wanna see your face
    faded bitches do i make my case
    shoulda known what ya missed at home
    now you roll along wit no one to bone
    you ain’t never gonna eat poon poon
    not from me no no


    Artist: Olivia

    Year: 2001

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 239