Tytuł: If it's bumpin

• Wykonawca: Bubba Sparxxx
• Wyświetleń: 300

  
   [Bubba Sparxxx]
  I drop the verses y'all don't deliver
  Take the chances y'all won't consider
  Got a loyal broad named Betty who
  know what to do with that chrome I give her
  I'm on the shitter
  thinkin bout my bank account and how to make it bigger
  Then I grab the tool and take your jewels
  and I'ma watch this blew the same as Jigga's
  It ain't the liquor I'm really sick, smokin Shwag eatin Crystal chicks
  On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha
  Can't even fuck witch'all pencil dicks
  Ain't this some shit?
  Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
  which one of us gon' snatch your bitch
  and leave you strokin all by yourself
  Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-R-triple X
  I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole
  and put some coal on your nipple and neck
  Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin drastic, legend has it
  I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it
  It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins
  I'm mixin Beam with Coke and (?), and every time it's still just the same
  I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful
  When it comes to this here make the shit clear
  Heard to y'all comes natural
  
  [Chorus]
  We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck
  Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin turn it up
  We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold
  Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin for dough
  Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
  Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
  We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
  When these broads start some lickin, we just might end up with yours
  
  [Kosha]
  Step in the club it's on
  Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on
  A seat with a view in the V.I.P., and got two tight things to grip on
  A bag of trees to put my lip on - gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass
  And me and Bubba gettin crunk in the club
  with a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass
  Puttin it down for the B.C., in the backwoods where we be
  Better call a producer when you see me
  and get your ass right back in the GT
  Y'all lame boys, hangin up lookin just for a name boy
  Goin upsize with the Gameboy
  Witcho' mind right go out lookin for a cane boy, it's a shame boy
  You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
  I beat 'em down like chop chop chop
  Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
  On my cell phone they callin, talkin 'bout "Kosha baby, call me"
  Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep
  and I'll get back witcha shawty
  Most hated by baby daddies for breakin up happy homes
  When the men is on and she don't say no then that mean she wanna bone
  So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha
  That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
  Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy (rowdy)
  And me and Bubba get bout it (bout it)
  We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs ands buts about it
  The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shotcallin
  We stay up in the club y'all look at us
  and say, "Damn, them boys be ballin"
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Bo Hagin]
  Whassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is (you know)
  You the ones be payin hoes and buyin them gifts (trick ass)
  You mad when you find out some other niggaz get it
  Ain't payin no bills just stayin real and still be hittin it
  I'm a old school playa I just pay for her dinner
  Maybe buy a little liquor - I spend some talk in the mirror
  This the playa from the soul; love to gang up on hoes
  I'm tryna let this pimp shit go cause I don't even like it no mo'
  See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanks
  Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank
  
  [Interlude: Bubba]
  Mmm-hmm, and I'ma put twenty-five
  on the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls
  that don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere
  Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin around wit G.O. again
  That put me in this backwoods committee
  My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgia's finest
  Man Bo, go on snap again
  
  [Bo Hagin]
  Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear
  I stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil'
  It done took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces
  Whatever may have been the cases I thank God for his graces
  See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin like breakers
  And every day I play awake a nigga learnin by haters
  See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live
  All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh
  
  [Chorus] - repeat 2X