Trampoline Lyrics by David Guetta & Afrojack ft. Missy Elliott, BIA & Doechii is latest English song with music also given by David Guetta, Afrojack & Tricky Stewart. Trampoline song lyrics are written by David Guetta, Afrojack, Tricky Stewart, Missy Elliott, Doechii & BIA.
Trampoline Song Detail
| Song Name: | Trampoline |
| Singer: | David Guetta, Afrojack, Missy Elliott, BIA & Doechii |
| Composer: | David Guetta, Afrojack, Tricky Stewart |
| Lyrics by: | David Guetta, Afrojack, Tricky Stewart, Missy Elliott, Doechii & BIA |
Trampoline Lyrics
Turn up!
We gon’ rock this for the club, baby
Holla, let’s go!
Bounce that s**t, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that s**t to the floor, trampoline
Bounce that s**t, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that s**t 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 s**t make it go, trampoline
(woo!)
Missy, you know I had to walk on this for you, right? Bia, bia
Bi**hes run-in with my style, they should thank me
Talking real wild to me and for your safety (cash)
Feelin’ real immortal, but aliens won’t take me far
Hundreds got me turning to an avatar (cash)
Ni**as that be shadin’ wanna f**k me, isn’t that bizarre? (huh?)
High class bi**h, feed me caviar
Yeah, I might be rich, but the hood in my repertoire (facts)
Bouncing like I need it back and thеn you catch it (massive?)
Oh, you wanna be a dog, then who fеtching?
Diamonds dance on me, baby, this here a new set
Did a lap on a bi**h and I’m up two exits
Missy met me, they’re like, “Who sweatin’?” (huh?)
Said we heading to the bank and then let’s do breakfast
Two chains, but my bi**hes call me two necklace (cash)
Had to pass that s**t, ’cause I be too reckless, uh
Bounce that s**t, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that s**t to the floor, trampoline
Bounce that s**t, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that s**t 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 s**t make it go, trampoline
(woo!)
If guetta made it, then it’s a hit
If doechii wears it, then it’s expensive
Tight-a*s box so, in a way, I’m gifted
I need a pot the way I’ve been s**tting
Hand me a rock for all the bi**hes I’m skipping
Hand me the chalk, the whole board f**k with me
You bi**hes ain’t scoring, you bi**hes torn, straight limping
I’m busy touring with lindsey lauren and solana
You bi**hes 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 a*s in tropical, is that a*s a fraud or no?
I need me a president, can I swipe your card or no?
Rich-a*s bi**h, that’s evident, so I need all my settlements
That’s why I keep my hoes between my legs like they my residents
Bounce that s**t, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that s**t to the floor, trampoline
Bounce that s**t, make it go, trampoline
Bounce that s**t 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 s**t make it go, trampoline
(woo!)