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[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 may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin 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 i Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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