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Tytuł: All The Same

  • Wykonawca: Bubba Sparxxx
  • Wy¶wietleń: 347
[Hook - Sleepy Brown (Bubba)]
  A fifth of Beam when you celebrate (That's white thangs)
  I'll be fine, didn't hesitate (That's white thangs)
  Sippin Henn, swervin wood grain (That's black thangs)
  But to me, it's just all the same (It's all the same)
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  Damn, what a difference a year and a hundred and 12 days makes
  Came the longest country mile, thanks to nothin they gave me I made breaks
  Basically baby, I've been great, this ain't no recent development
  But now it's official I'm the doo-doo, and you ain't gon' keep 'em from smellin it
  Do you have a speaking impediment bitch, or are you just at a loss for words
  Oh-no actually I'm monogonous, all that talk was false you heard
  So don't stall betty just slurp, of course I'ma tell you when
  Oops my bad that's my mistake, I was just gonna tell you then
  I just bought me 5 new Polos, cuz see I'm partial to that logo
  That horse is just so Bubba, that means rural like you don't know
  Regardless though I'm gon' glow, even in my birthday suit
  And when it comes to that soft, yes sir'ee I circle that too
  So when you feel it poundin in yo' chest and it causes a slight pain
  Just shake it off and smile I got'cha, doin the white thangs ok
  
  [Hook - 2x]
  
  [Backbone]
  I'm outdoors early mo'nin sellin this country crock
  Let's get this understood, gotta get me off the top
  I got them break down dimes and bomb with twenty-fives on the block
  Of that 'naw that hawd, talkin 'bout that glass that straight drop
  Bartender, send me Remi, Henny or straight shot
  Then see me flee, high speed from eight cops
  Leave 'em floored, showin how I'm opposed, y'all can't stop
  Jumped the fence, went down the path, came out by Ms. Dot 'partment
  Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot
  Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot
  Them folk say they sweepin, seekin 'He who hold stock'
  Ay, run tell shawty, cut off, close shop
  I told them boys down there, homes in the van was a NARC
  Tell 'em "Naw we don't sell that shit round here doc"
  They bout four cars deep, sittin in the Croger parkin lot
  But we know when they comin, cuz money bark a lot
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  I'm seein more clearly now, how subtle the difference between us might be
  Mr. Fat Face got that big weight but still that seem just like me
  I'm doin my thing dispite these, little lifestyle expectations
  Y'all chose to set for me, shit I'm headed to where my next check waitin
  
  [Backbone]
  Look here, beat me I'm old school like LL J beatin off in your Regal
  With six eights cross the deck, hittin, sittin on fifteen inch eagles
  And Vogues, case closed, order one mo' get drunk, throw bo's
  We in here puttin on, all night y'all 'til the place close
  
  [Hook - 2x]
  
  [music plays]
  
  [Hook - 2x]