Lyrics:
, bounce, bounce
My checks don't
Bounce, bounce, bounce
New Orleans
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Chicago
Bounce, bounce, bounce
In Juno
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bitch
me in my eyes nah look me in my barrel
leave a barrel strawberry cherry on ya apple
i'm a very scary new orleans mammal
shoddie on my back got me
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
new orleans mammal
shoddie on my back got me workin like a camel
put a hole in ya back and lift you up
i'm weezy f baby
guess whats up
stop
pause nigga
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
stretch
Got my baby Lolly from New Orleans in the X
Fuck with her and then I'm going crazy
With an AK for my baby send the troops out
Call it mayday it's
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
[Juvenile]
I'm a T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a b**** leave me, I'm a take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya
city and I'm so New Orleans I hope up on her like a midget turned up like a forty call your girls and its a party my dogs right round the corner now
lookin at New Orleans crime rate
right up in the place, soulja's beware this is Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
Juve the great
this is
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
niggas all hoodlums we love hoochie mamas
We came from the (Southside)
Girl back that azz up, I'm a juvenile like Mr. Carter
Your man he ain't really
the reggie
With a lower price
When Cash Money had 2000 poppin'
Back when New Orleans had the Hornets
CP3, Stojakovic
I miss Louisiana
Ain't nun like the old
Yeah boy, I'm out the box with this one.
Pack it up.
Grabbed some soul down in New Orleans
Put it all in a U-Haul truck.
I'm not gon wait for you
tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush!
Now, I was born in the boot
At the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the White House
rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life,
It was a normal Friday night in New Orleans
People drunk as a skunk and high as air Jordan's
Bringing her kids to work like she did everyday
They
up, on my 9-11
Pele, in New Orleans, ain't got no Rico law
So I keep that heat in the car, but they don't know
I had that 'dro in the seat of the car
They call me Lil' P, I represent the CP3
Calliope, ya heard me? Straight from New Orleans
I got an uncle named Silkk and an uncle named C
I been
She said, "New Orleans," it's a mic check
Don't try to kiss after you swallow, I don't like that (huh)
But you look good when you throw it back on me
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