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(Bubba Sparxxx) |
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Uh-huh, uh-huh |
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That fish, that money, Bubba Sparxxx.. |
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Uhh |
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Now allow me to present the very first resident |
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of this millenium mindframe, no angel but heaven-sent |
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So make a print on this landscape and when it's little as a handshake |
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I convince you to think of Bubba as yo' brother the color of mayonnaise |
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We lockin up these airwaves from LaGrange to that staircase |
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and your projects up in Queens with no budgets nothin but dreams |
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I consume me a couple of Beams now I'm feelin like life is wonderful |
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Got me seein past the lies that otherwise make me uncomfortable |
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I'm peepin out this jungle full of snakes, tigers and elephants |
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All huntin the same prey but the chase got them all negligent |
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And Betty looks so elegent but our motive's dirty like sediments |
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It takes more to make Bubba sway to slick talk at handsome measurements |
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F**k it I'm turnin celibate - nah, I'm only playin |
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If yo' lady listenin now, takin her on home but she stayin |
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I bet y'all think he playin when he tellin y'all he the first |
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whutchacallit, alcoholic, with that 32-gallon thrist |
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(Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx) |
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Who was the first whutchacallit? Actin foolish at yo' function |
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The first whutchacallit - tryin out yo' daughter's suction |
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The first whutchacallit - lookin clean and still stankin |
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The first whutchacallit - in your head has gotcha thinkin |
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I'm the first whutchacallit - spinnin frequent in yo' city |
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The first whutchacallit - every weekend gettin shitty |
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The first whutchacallit - ridin chrome just because |
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I'm the first whutchacallit - with some nuts all in my drawers |
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(Bubba Sparxxx) |
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You probably saw me out in Kaia lit pushin up on Mya |
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When the vibe ask her why I bet she say that I'm a liar |
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But I feel like I'm that fire and these bitches share that sentiment |
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My project's in the woods scarin like the Blair Witch with |
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Flippin it, from one roll to another head then cut her |
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in the back, another knack, now picture that with out a rubber |
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Out the cutter twistin green, listenin to what you seen |
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That slick shit you spit get nada, not a f**kin thing |
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F**kin Queens small time but mostly it's just bear holes |
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and assholes with Aloe but I guess you know how that goes |
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I'm shallow for now, but wait a second, it gets deeper |
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I'm through cryin over her cause after this shit I want neither |
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I'm off the meter totin heaters cause you showed me that's the sensity |
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A country Caucasoid talkin noise cause it's my destiny |
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What you thought it was ain't nothin like what it is |
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From the swats up to your neck, got every cent bumpin in |
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(Chorus) |
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(Bubba Sparxxx) |
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Hey man forgive me if the thought of Bubba woke you from yo' sleep |
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But next time, get that phlegm up out your throat before you speak |
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Why won't you just compete instead of mumblin petty shit? |
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Or let me visit witcho' gul to see how wet that Betty get |
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Very sick how I spit, next let's hit the next millenium |
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I'm f**kin with the best, then I kill the rest, I pity 'em |
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Oh Bubba K's the silly one - hmm, that Sparxxx my interest |
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We lose so many units that the f**kin charts exempt us |
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For me to guard is endless, got me tryna get some ice |
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So I can see the pray to Christ, cause right now I'm hatin life |
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I won't never take advice so let me be to find myself |
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And even though I can't see I beg you Lord for helpin well |
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And whoever else that felt my plight, I hope you take flight |
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The flaws, snappin jaws, no applause, exit stage right |
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From daylight to the day gone if you ain't wrong stay strong |
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And show these f**kin faggots seven figures they can hate on |
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(Chorus) |
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Whutchacallit, get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up |
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Get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up boy, get yo' ass up |
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(Chorus) |
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.. Like that, 9-6, (?) |
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.. Bubba K, Khalifani on the beat |
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.. Rip the face off of this bitch |
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.. G.A. mob up in this bitch, like that |
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.. Baby give me love |
