Bounce: accordi di
Ms. Sancha
Ms. Sancha

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Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
Gm
A
Am
Bounce, Bounce,
A
Gm
A
Gm
Bounce
A
Yeah, Bounce, Bounce,
Gm
D
Bounce
Gm
Bounce, Lord riding through
A
Gm
the hood in a gangsta whip
A
Gm
Sanja LPG, I'm a gangsta bitch
Ride around in a 6 -4,
D
pack a 4 -4, pass the 4 -0
Gm
And hit this time dro
Cause that's how we roll in the body,
yo
A
Groove slow,
Gm
Bb
A
beat banging up in my low -low
Gm
Got pumps in the trunk,
A
Gm
lit up and I'm drunk
D
Buddha's on my side,
Gm
but I don't give a fuck
A
Cause these are my diets, I run this shit
Fuck a pig, load a clip,
I'm the baddest bitch
Gm
Stirred out and I dipped out to jack a trip
D
And for those who wanna trip,
eat my holiday
Gm
So bounce, bounce, bounce
I love it when you bounce, bounce,
Hit the switches, make it bounce,
bounce, bounce
D
We safe, oh, hoppin' down the block,
Gm
no, no, don't stop
So bounce, bounce, bounce
I love it when you bounce,
bounce, bounce
Eb
Gm
Hit the switches, make it bounce,
D
Gm
bounce, bounce
It's early in the day time,
Am
Gm
Nina on my waistline
A
Greased up dinkies, white tee,
Gm
walkin' the main line
Hoppin' to the baby,
blue rag top and collar
Ridin' through the neighborhood,
Eb
steady, movin' prodding
Gm
Mountin' in the cut,
A
hit the cruise and strip quick
Hittin' switch, got the insta bitch
Gm
A
bouncin' on my dick
Gm
Makin' hits on the regular,
bound to get a grip
Mr. Snipe, show me such a end up homie,
little bully
Ruless, motherfuckin' cheese
on the movement
Cruisin' the avenues,
A
you know how we do
Gm
Hittin' the switch, raisin' it up
Makin' it bounce in the cup
D
These low -pro beats keepin'
Gm
the gang stuffed
So bounce, bounce, bounce
I love it when you bounce, bounce, bounce
Hit the switches, make it bounce,
bounce, bounce
D
We safe, go hoppin' down the block
Let's hold on, stop, stop
Gm
Bounce, bounce, bounce
I love it when you bounce, bounce,
Eb
Gm
Hit the switches, make it bounce,
bounce, bounce
D
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Gm
Make it bounce
Come on, bounce, motherfuckers
Yeah, you feel this shit
A
Gm
I'm Nasty Boy, pull it up
Bb
Post it, ready to spit
Gm
A
You got beef with these dogs
Dog, you're bound to get hit
Gm
Watch me pound on your front door
for being a bitch
A
See, I ain't trippin', I'm a rider,
I was born for this shit
Hangin' out the Hummer
and let the auto spit
Gm
See, I'm a fool, you motherfuckers,
ain't no stoppin' to hit
Once royal gives a okay,
I'm killin' a bitch
Got that hammer by the side,
now it's ready to glide
Start piercin' motherfuckers
as we drivin' them by
Bb
Three wooden hundred spokes,
Gm
top down, blowin' smoke
D
Forty ounce in my hand,
Gm
car full of cutthroats
So bounce, bounce, bounce
I love it when you bounce, bounce, bounce
Eb
Gm
Hit the switches, make it bounce,
bounce, bounce
D
We stay full, hoppin' on the clock flow
Gm
Hold on, stop, stop, bounce,
bounce, bounce
I'll never ruin your bounce,
Eb
bounce, bounce
Gm
Hit the switches, make it bounce,
bounce, bounce
D
Bounce, bounce, bounce,
Gm
A
Gm
make it bounce
Gm
Am
A
Am
Gm
Bounce, bounce

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