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Huh... Bounce
ooh I like you
Bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, Bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, Bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, Bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business,
'fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty,
I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion and
Ain't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no draws
In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
Mmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don't have to do much to make you get it up
Some young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles
And like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
Ladies now if your dude aint actin right
You tell that dude he got to go
If that dude be clamin that he broke
You tell that dude he got to go
If he wants you to stay in the house everyday and night
You tell that dude he got to go
If he wants to run the streets
Then you run the streets to and you tell him he got to go
Baby, Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight
Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight
Lets go
So whatcha think about that
Whatcha think about it
So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby)
Tonight we're gonna switch up
I'll do you, you do me
Tonight your gonna stay home while am running the streets
What do you, what do you, what do you, what do you think about that baby
What do you, what do you, what do you, what do you think about that?
Baby, Imma let you play my cards
So you can feel like working hard
And when you just fall should let you call
So I can see it
Baby, Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight
Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight
So whatcha think about that
Whatcha think about it
So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby)
Tonight your gonna call me a thousand times
Tonight I'mma make up a thousand lies
How do you, How do you, How do you, How do you feel about that baby
How do you, How do you, How do you, How do you feel about that?
Baby, Imma let you play my cards
So you can feel like working hard
And when you just fall should let you call
So I can see it
Baby, Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight (that's right)
Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight, oh
So whatcha think about that, (oh)
Whatcha think about it, (oh)
So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby)
Okay
Hol up, whatchu think about that
You wear the dress and I put on your slacks
Tonight I'm goin out and ain't comin back
You ain't gonna get no more pussycat
See me in the club I'm out with my girls
Do like you do when your out with your goods
Up in the club its just me and my girls
Play like Katy Perry kissin on girls
Now you can't eat or sleep
And now you in the house thinking about me
And now I do what you do to me
And now I love to see you weeping
Baby, Baby (baby) somebody's gonna cry tonight (somebody's gonna cry to tonight)
Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight, oh
So whatcha think about that, (oh)
Whatcha think about it, (tell me)
So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby)
Oooooo baby, hey
Ladies
Now if your dude aint actin right
You tell that dude he got to go
If that dude be clamin that he broke
You tell that dude he got to go
If he wants you to stay in the house everyday and night
You tell that dude he got to go
If he wants to run the streets
Then you run the streets to and you tell him he got to go
Baby, baby
Oh baby,baby, somebody gonna cry tonight, oh, somebody gonna cry tonight, baby