warning remove all haters from the floor bounce bounce bounce back on up and give me room back on up and give me room move move move move back on up and give me room back on up and give me room back on up and give me room move move move move gold teeth and swisher sweets i m cock deep in the seats damn near sleep tearin up the streets hand on my heat swirving while i m workin the wood wheel whatever city i m in i found out where the hood is now i wanna see you just march step now bounce it don t matter where you from just show em what you bout bout the cris pour it out they gon think we showing out and try to throw us out but we ain t goin out without a rumble you know how them thugs be drunk off the bubbly trust me the ice will make your wife come hug me let s take it to the floor let em know now throw them bows back on up and give me room that mean don t get too close throw your neighborhood up and push the haters out the door shake your booty in that gucci girl bounce bounce bounce bounce drop it to the ground pick it up now make it twirk lift your skirt put in work girl twirk twirk twirk twirk back on up and give me room move cause we here now the world about to feel a boom comin this year now  back on up and give me room back on up and give me room back on up and give me room move cause we here now back on up and give us our space we keepin these haters up out of face you could have homegirl she ain t even our taste d tay and young buck we run this place nashville cashville these boys here they supercold them same boys that last year took y all to the superbowl we grilled out and thuggin with it dirty south and rugged with it in the club we bubblin with it them same boys gettin strucken with it hustlin with it let em know we southern but we still can flow just because we sound country ain t gon stop that money flow money go money come it s over when that money done so back on up and give us room and move when these boys come these boys done hit it now haters bout to get it now ain t no stoppin what we droppin bout to get it hoppin now poppin now how you love that what love this do somethin contradictin bumpin thugs throwing fits gettin fixed keep the crowd movin while we gettin lit back on up and give us room before you get these boys pissed i gotta go oh it s on now take me to the bar before we leave y all gonna have to take a playa to his car bring the trees and get security partner tuck it in your sock or it s already bad enough that you can bring your glock gangstas throwing up they block freaks showin us that what while i m crossin off my rocks let that champagne just pop don t stop keep it coming have the bartender just runnin back in forth til he say young buck it s no more we don t hit the dance floor we be ducked off in the back if these haters want war we done snucked in the straps tryin to get this here cloudy playa roll up at saks since these boys gettin rowdy we gon place them back to back watch em start chasing that and them stickies that we got is southside in this thang here what what what what we gonna keep it crunk up into the break of dawn ain t nobody got no jobs prolly til you see the sun i m gon finish blowin one boy before we hit the exit like whenever i m with bun puttin it down in texas with these thugs in the club ain t nobody restless playas flashin their dubz showin off their necklace you better 1
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