Trampoline Song Lyrics

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Song:– Trampoline

Singer:– David Guetta & Afrojack

Featuring:– Missy Elliott, BIA & Iamdoechii

Producer:– David Guetta, Afrojack & Tricky Stewart

Written:– David Guetta, Afrojack, Tricky Stewart, Missy Elliott, Doechii & BIA

Trampoline Lyrics David Guetta & Afrojack ft. Missy Elliott, BIA & Iamdoechii

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Bounce that shit, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that shit to the floor, trampoline
Bounce that shit, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that shit to the floor, trampoline
Boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing-oing, boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing-oing-oing-oing
Boing-oing, bounce that shit make it go, trampoline

[Verse 1: BIA]
(Missy you don’t have to walk on this, BIA BIA)
Bitches run-in with my style, they should thank me
Talking real wild to me and for your safety
Feelin’ real immortal, but aliens won’t take me far
Hundreds got me turning to an avatar
Niggas that be shadin’ wanna fuck me, isn’t that bizarre?
High class bitch, feed me caviar
Yeah, I might be rich, but the hood in my repertoire
Bouncing like I need it back and then you catch it
Oh, you wanna be a dog, thеn who fetching?
Diamonds dance on me, baby, this hеre a new set
Did a lap on a bitch and I’m up two exits
Missy met me, they’re like, “Who sweatin’?”
Said we heading to the bank and then let’s do breakfast
Two chains, but my bitches call me two necklace
Had to pass that shit, ’cause I be too reckless, uh

[Verse 2: Doechii]
If Guetta made it, then it’s a hit
If Doechii wears it, then it’s expensive
Tight-ass box so, in a way, I’m gifted
I need a pot the way I’ve been shitting
Hand me a rock for all the bitches I’m skipping
Hand me the chalk, the whole board fuck with me
You bitches ain’t scoring, you bitches torn, straight limping
I’m busy touring with Lindsey Lauren and Solana
You bitches drama, I’m bouncing records in Bahamas
In Benihana, you need a hug, you need a father
You need some guala, the way I’m spinning it ain’t proper
Might need a doctor for this debacle
Bounce that ass in tropical, is that ass a fraud or no?
I need me a president, can I swipe your card or no?
Rich-ass bitch, that’s evident, so I need all my settlements
That’s why I keep my hoes between my legs like they my residents