Olivia Bizounce Lyrics

Olivia Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Bizounce
  • 2 Are U Capable
  • 3 You Got the Damn Thing
  • 4 Silly Bitch in Love
  • 5 It's on Again
  • 6 Woop-t-woo
  • 7 Whordie
  • 8 'til He Comes Home
  • 9 Bring Da Roof Down
  • 10 When 2 Souls Touch
  • 11 Lower 2 My Heart
  • 12 Look Around (feat. Jimmy Cozier)
  • (Verse 1: Rap)
    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

    (Chorus: repeat 2X)
    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

    (Verse 2)
    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

    Chorus

    (Verse 3)
    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)

    Chorus

    (Verse 4)
    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

    Chorus 4x
    Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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