Bubba Sparxxx Overcome

[Bubba Sparxxx – talking]

(I hope we’re tapin now)

Party people

It’s the place to be

I come to bring to you

Bubba Sparxxx and that bitch got somethin to prove

And that bitch got somethin to prove

What you got to say?

What up Timmy

[Chorus]

Cause I will never turn and run (oh)

There’s nothin I can’t overcome (oh)

Let’s these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)

I’ll just grind on and get it done (oh)

Cause I will never turn and run (oh)

There’s nothin I can’t overcome (oh)

Let’s these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)

I’ll just get it done, just get it on

[Verse 1]

Enough with the yappin, just cut on the damn beat

Ain’t no glory this week, in what was done last week

This shit ain’t nothin new, I was put on this earth to fail

I see the future now, my vision’s just blurred as hell

I may never do a third of what I deserve to sell

But my story’s all fact, not just what I prefer to tell

See we circled the wagons, me and Chevon Young

Timmy, Sebastian, and plus Petey Pablo

So sucker don’t ask me, nothin ’bout Beat Club

When the talk dies down, the music’ll speak up

A lot of cats jump ship, you’ll never see me run

You think we be cooled off, then ya under the heat come

I’m nearly focused dog, and that’s a point of concern

Why you speakin now? I ain’t annoyed at your turn

It’s Bubba K reborn, y’all have been prewarned

Every other dog with a plan I’m a sleep on

[Chorus]

Cause I will never turn and run (run)

There’s nothin I can’t overcome (come)

Let’s these cats keep bumpin gums (gum)

I’ll just grind on and get it done (done)

Cause I will never turn and run (run)

There’s nothin I can’t overcome (run)

Let’s these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)

I’ll just get it done, just get it on

[Verse 2]

You have no idea cuz, all the road blocks I’ve steer clear of

Failure is all I live in fear of

Chose to compete with rap just outta sheer love

These people (these people) don’t know me (don’t know me)

These labels (these labels) won’t hold me (won’t hold me)

These lames ain’t (these lames ain’t) don’t clone me (don’t clone me)

Watch it move forward (oh), so boldly

I’m always for the streets, but baby not for the block

Came here for what I want, can’t hate me for what I got (oh)

Cause when I add it up, buddy it ain’t a lot (oh)

I count on fast feet to be everything that I’m not (oh)

But put it all together, oh lord

Them two country boys, ain’t no bum

No backseats taken, I told y’all

Swear for god I will (overcome)

[Chorus]

Cause I will never turn and run (oh)

There’s nothin I can’t overcome (oh)

Let’s these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)

I’ll just grind on and get it done (oh)

Cause I will never turn and run (oh)

There’s nothin I can’t overcome (oh)

Let’s these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)

I’ll just get it done, just get it on

[Verse 3]

Take it how it is, or leave it as it be

If you don’t like my shit, then beat it outta me (woo)

You think you that grown?, we can stop and see

Put bring the heat along, you’ll need it probably

I never did claim to be the baddest so and so

But if you feel like you gotta have it, so it go

Are the rumors true?, girl had bad you wanna know

But I require more than they’ve asked you for before

What heapless flirtin, just twerkin, and slick and slirpin

A lot like my daddy for certain, a kid conversion

She may not want the log inserted, my pick is workin

Ain’t the longest dome, but its perfect to bring the hurtin

And that’s all he wrote (oh), should you just call me note (oh)

Sorry you just crossed the rope (oh) and it just ain’t all you hoped (go head)

Daddy with me, I bet you had it with me

Betty help me with the hook and she come naturally

[Chorus – (with male voice singing “go over” and female voice singing “oh” and “overcome”)]

[male and female singing continues until fade]

[Bubba Sparxxx – talking over singing]

Say what?

Say what?

Say what?

Want all my macho mans out there

To play this

This go to schools

All the colleges

We will overcome

We came a long way Georgia

New South

Let’s go

Bubba Sparxxx Lovely

[Bubba] Here it comes again

[Timmy] Come on, come on

[Bubba] Here it comes again

[Timmy] Come on, come on

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Don’t I look extra slick in this Nautica?

Just think, it was you that she bought it for

Now you lookin through receipts tryin to audit her?

Man that shit ain’t really happen, I thought it up, call her up

Cuss that little groupie out anyhow (uhh)

I coulda done it shit I’m fuckin with Timmy now (uhh)

If I had her it just woulda been in and out (uhh)

Back in that Escalade, we spinnin out, women shout

Bubba brought some shit and we noticed it

Got them hoes stuck listenin motionless

Please don’t think of me as a chauvinist

But I am on fire and I’m knowin this, blowin this

whole landscape to fragments

And yeah you heard right I’m in Athens

Can’t hardly keep up with these fashions

That’s why forever Ralph Lauren’s my passion, ask him

[Chorus 2X: Bubba + (Timmy)]

Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute)

I betcha everything’ll turn out lovely (lovely)

Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute)

I’ma be a-ight just trust me (trust me)

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Fuck weak cash, I get mine on the slow roll

Beat Club eleven thou’ is the logo

I ain’t too far removed from the hobos

Tryin to help ’em so I gotta get more dough, oh no!

Bubba K done got in the zone boy

That’s Timmy’s Bentley dawg get your own toy

And as far as ladies go J lockin that

Now that that’s clear, where the vodka at? Bring it back

I’ll be takin drunkard to Stonewall

Tell Jed hold my phone calls

He say he wanna run but he gon’ crawl

You heard “Get Right” I done told y’all, don’t stall

Let’s keep this thang movin okay bud?

{Man Bubba ain’t snappy} Now say what?

I can see why they gon’ hate us

Cause we all up in they grill like breakers

[Chorus]

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Boy you ain’t blowin nuttin but hot air

All on the charts, how you got there?

Then again, ain’t no secret it’s not fair

But Bubba got ’em single the top scared, stop there

Met this little Betty through Demon Jones

And she love to slurp it up ’til the semen’s gone

She must like the taste, she won’t leave me ‘lone

That might sound sick but to each your own, freak it on

All types of kinky lil’ fetishes

All stimulants and all sedatives

Got interracial sense but I’m devilish

And Betty when I aim I never miss, tell ’em this

Bubba don’t run with no lame ducks

Think he got a big dick but he can’t fuck

That’s why when you call us you hang up

And I just shot a load on that same slut

[Chorus – repeat 2X]

[Timbaland]

Gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. trust me

Gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. lovely

Gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. I’m in this ugly

Bubba Sparxxx Get Right

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Get your ass up.. get your ass up.. get your ass up..

I hear your car keys jinglin, go ‘head and crank it up

Spent a thousand on the liquor but tonight it ain’t enough

Cause this town is full of drankers and they all hang with us

Grabbed Betty by the arm, told her man, “Stay in touch”

We takin this one all the way from Athens to Virginia

Hit Timmy for a hundred – that’s the last one I’ma lend ya

Ol’ girl wanna kick it but she not on my agenda

Did I ever love her? Well, not that I remember

Twerk that, work that, Betty where your purse at?

Snatch daddy’s credit cards, here take his shirt back

Where the hell my car at, does anybody know?

If it ain’t back in five, everybody gotta go

Ah to hell with it, y’all keep that little Honda

I’m waitin on some Beams from this bitch named Yolanda

Y’all lookin all tired shit I’m just wakin up

By the way when you get up out my bed, make it up

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[T] Boy take that shot

[B] I’ll take that shot

[T] Girl hit tonight

[B] I’ll hit tonight

[T] Boy crank this spot

[B] I’ll crank this spot

[T] Girl get me right

[B] I’ll get you right

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Aight, get your ass out my bed I’m through playin

You wanna stay the night – what the hell is you sayin?

I ain’t tryin to come across to you as inconsiderate

But momma always said if you don’t love it then get rid of it

Besides, I got thirty dogs waitin in the yard

They gotta eat too girl, don’t make it hard

I’m kinda difficult to understand at first contact

Offered you a beer, don’t be expectin much beyond that

Aww shit, y’all quit, I’m winnin

Drownin in a pool of alcohol and I’m swimmin

You wanna play with me but can’t last nine innings

Since you wanna chase, what you like, lime, lemon?

I’ll make an open challenge tot his whole industry

We can do it with tequila, bourbon gin or Hennessy

Have you butt naked pukin in a purple limousine

I ain’t doin shit but drankin do some rappin in between

[Chorus]

[Timbaland]

We lit tonight (ain’t we)

She gettin right (ain’t she)

We ain’t gon’ stop (is we)

Until we all (dizzy)

[Bubba Sparxxx]

I walked in like a star and I ain’t even with Timmy

Stop bein hard, baby girl I give plenty

I seem like a prick cause I got some shit in me

Grab your long johns, boy it’s gettin a bit windy

You really wanna know the secret to this white pimpin?

Though I might love ’em, I don’t really like women

New the next day and finally the night ended

Lookin back on it that shit was quite splendid

[Chorus – repeat 2X]

Bubba Sparxxx Heart Of Georgia

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I’m always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can’t get no wrong (no sir)

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on

B-u-b-b-a make I em southern GA and I can never be fake

Everything I created sounds like the peach state

An I drink so much shine I can’t even see straight

We take a little bit turn it in to alot of shit that we keep it poppin with

An ain’t it obvious they should build a monument

way out in the sticks to honor my accomplishments

A son of lagrange on stage out in Idaho

Painting that southern living portrait with a microphone

Wouldn’t you know I should have known Idaho is like my home

Bikers on harley d’s hardly seems like I’m gone

But there ain’t nothing like Georgia on a fall day

Giving that grill hell while the bulldogs play

Been all the way across this globe but my heart stays on mccosh mill road (come on)

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I’m always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can’t get no wrong (no sir)

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on

I go to sleep Friday night an wake up Monday morning

Cause I got to get the money I gotta break bread and make the ends meat

I’m always clocking out late an getting no sleep

It’s all I know, it’s all I’ve done, it’s how we do it out in the country where I’m from

Nobody ever stops, nobody ever quits

An if your talking shit about us you better get

My hand’s stay dirty, but I stay clean

I try to do it right if you know what I mean

I’m getting those checks I’m paying uncle Sam

I waiting for my tax refund up in the mail

My daddy worked hard, my mama did to

They always try to make sure that I knew

Bust yo ass and never make excuses

You can do anything if you put your mind to it an do it

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I’m always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can’t get no wrong (no sir)

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on

Were about as Georgia as the okefenokee

Were about as Georgia as hunting hound dogs

Were about as Georgia as old stone mountain

Were about as Georgia as serve man to yall

Were about as Georgia as peanut farmers

Were about as Georgia as peachtree street

Were about as Georgia as solid gold music

That’s rap, yeah that’s country

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I’m always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can’t get no wrong

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on…

Bubba Sparxxx There I Go Again

This song is for anybody that’s got regrets…

Get over it!!

I remember it all too well

Everything ended all to hell

Her love, her patience, her tolerance

She had alot of it

She had alot to give and I took it

Til I didn’t want it no more

Then I booked it

I wonder if I hada took a right

When I hooked that left

What would life be like

[Chorus:]

There I go again

(Here I go with that bullshit)

Thinking bout everything that coulda been

(Coulda, woulda, shoulda)

Instead of the places I still could go

(Whatcha gon do today?)

Just wasting time like I got it to blow

You know what?

Fuck that shit!

Its time to start living, instead of just waiting to die

I said, its time to start laughing, instead of just waiting to cry

And its time for me to get over me

(Time for me to get over me)

Yeah its time for me to get over me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m most alone when I’m in my past

Still I drift, letting right now pass

Instead of just learning from it, I dwell

It’s my prison

It’s my hell

Sure, I coulda done alotta shit differently

I gotta know that it just wasn’t meant for me

My energy is worth more

This day will have no encore

[Chorus]

If I could just get me outta the way

There’s probably nothing I can’t do

If I could just learn how to love me

I just might could stand you

I think about Tru & JoJo, sitting in that cell on SloMo

I gotta go

I gotta do it for them

I gotta do it for me

I gotta do it again

Go!

[Chorus]

Bubba Sparxxx Ugly

[Timbaland:]

Uhh uh-oh, uh-oh

Tch, tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka

Uh

Uh-oh, uh-oh

Tchka, tchka uh

Uh-oh, uh-oh

Say what, say what?

Freaky freaky uh

Tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka

Bubba

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

Shit I ain’t choose to rhyme

Rhymin’ chose me

So I hit the track runnin’

Like a nosebleed

Life ain’t great now

But it’s much improved

Yo’ album droppin’ this summer?

That sucks for you

”Cause this is Bubba’s moment

I put my mother on it

I said my momma

It seems as if

I love her don’t it?

So buckle up, ’cause

It’s gon’ get bumpy

I call my girlfriends Betty’s

And my sh*ts grumpies

That Bubba talk

Gotcha open wide

I giggle outside the booth

But ain’t no joke inside

This is complicated

At least to y’all it is

Just let me sell fifty million

Then I’ll call it quits

But until that day

Y’all in deep doo doo

I never once saw

You crank it ’cause

I just leap through you

What you need to do

Is just admit you love me

The South has

Always been Dirty

But now it’s gettin’ ugly

[CHORUS:]

Ugly-in here

Huh, in here

Huh, in here

It’s gon’ get ugly in here

Huh, in here

Huh, in here

It’s gon’ get

Ugly, ugly, ugly

In here

Huh, in here

It’s gon’ get ugly in here

Huh, in here

Huh, in here

Uh-oh

Though I am country

Don’t get the wrong idea

My ego’s gettin’ bigger

With every song I hear

‘Cause y’all been bullsh*ttin’

Spittin’ that booty chatter

Out here for two days and

Came with somethin’

That truly matters

On goes the saga

Of Bubba’s plight

She won’t see tomorrah

If I don’t cut tonight

That’s just my mood now

I hate it came to this

How else can I say it

I don’t speak

No other languages

I’m fairly ripped now

So this the jimmy talkin’

You hear that beat don’tcha?

That’s just Timmy talkin’

Go ‘head throw dem bows

F*** it, break a bottle

Let’s be honest none of us

Will ever date a model

So let’s just cut it loose

Ignore the repercussions

If you scared, then just

Forget what we discussin’

This that new South

Take a picture of me

‘Cause I’m a f***in’ legend

And this is gettin’ ugly

[Repeat chorus]

Now this thang is jumpin’

Ain’t it somethin’?

What makes it special

This whole moment

Came from nothin’

Now you see it triples

I bet she slurp tonight

Lames hide your wallets

Hatin’ broads

Clutch your purses tight

If you ain’t tryin’ to live

You with the wrong crowd

And if you feelin’ brave then

Better sport that thong proud

And if you finally breathin’

Then sing this song loud

I’m glad I got you wet

I know you had a long drought

Don’t worry about the law

They can’t arrest us all

I had to crank couldn’ta done

Nothin’ less for y’all

Forget your inhibitions

I wanna see you whylin’

And if Bubba dies tonight

Know he was smilin’

[Repeat chorus]

[Timbaland:]

Ha ha, it’s gon’ get

(Ugly-in here)

Thck, thck

(Huh, in here

Huh, in here)

It’s gon’ get

(Ugly-in here)

(Huh, in here

Huh, in here)

It’s gon’ get (ugly)

Say what?

(Ugly, ugly)

Say what?

(Ugly) In here

Huh, in here

(It’s gon’ get ugly in here)

(Huh, in here

Huh, in here

Uh-oh)

Thcka, thcka, thcka, thcka

Thcka, check switch uh

Switch it one time

Now switch it back baby

Switch it one time

Now switch it back baby

“Holla ain’t no stoppin’ me

Copywritten so”

(So what?)

“Don’t copy me”

I want you to

“Holla ain’t no stoppin’ me

Copywritten so, don’t copy me”

C’mon Bubba, let’s go

Bubba Sparxxx PHDream

Uh

I be the first to tell you how

Beyond the shadow of a doubt

True artists go it out

What’s in they heart they spit it out

I play my part and get about

What God commissioned me to do

And the fact that that’s my co’s

Got me pissy in this booth

See it’s tricky with the truth

Cos everybody got they own take

I’m a give it how I live it

Till my blood, sweat and bones ache

Watch me bake my own cake

Money mixed with purpose

As long as the hooks made it

All these fick official purchase

Whatever Bubba cast out

I pray to him that that’s clout

Cos if it’s not I’m in the gap

Spittin hot but ass out

And this will be my last bout

In the ring with thie demon

Cos my belly don’t stay full

When I sing just for dreaming

And my team’s just a clinging

Feemin for my arrival

So everytime I spit

I’m bringin it for survival

Thinkin I might be able

To fold at any minute

So if you got some silver

Throw in some pennies with it

I’m gonna get what you want

I’m gonna get what I need

I’m gonna get what you want

I’m gonna get what I need

Didn’t miss another favour

Bubba’s brang it to the shindig

Rollin round peakin

Like my license ain’t suspended

Huh, ain’t it spended

Perhaps some in to ??

Brought that shit to the hood

And now ya gon’ trap some in tohonta

In fact that’s how they got ya

With all them party favourites

They infiltrated y’all

With the beast of our behaviour

Let you sell it for a minute

Take some for your enjoyment

The next thing you know

The troops is rallied for deployment

In a war with twenty doggies

They probably won’t bark

But they still bit yo ass

Tell Betty to get the cash

? you ? ? mommas

Get you back on dry land

I’m thinkin higher track of powers

As you raise your right hand

Have you ever wondered why

I don’t approach you at a venue

Like honey where the beans

Like you know it’s on the menu

Yeah I spoke to him too

He came to me the same

Told him naw but I’m looking

Now get away from me you lame

I’m gonna get what you want

I’m gonna get what I need

I’m gonna get what you want

I’m gonna get what I need

Told several talkazoid

That don’t toot but do shoot

Got two cousins in the grange

Hard like ? and loop ?

So push that woop woop

When you want a dirt road

Cos if you tryna shout

They make you whine like ??

And bet, I sure ?

Six blonds with big asses

In a ? of suction cups

Everytime I dick passin

Plus I got battallions

As simple than Nelly beats

So next time you out in Athens

Remember to yell at me

So I can page Duddy Ken

To give clearance for your appearance

Look at this loose sock

The spirit of my deliverance

So when that shit said

That we obviously gives a head

That’s why I don’t fuck wit y’all

I’m just keepin to my present state

I’m gonna get what you want

I’m gonna get what I need

I’m gonna get what you want

I’m gonna get what I need

Bubba Sparxxx Disappear

And we are

The krush groovin, the body-movin

The record makin and the record breakin

And it goes a little something like this

Uh, oh, frickity, uh, oh

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Oh, I see, come on

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Ohho

I got my boots polished up and my overalls pressed

He is back, it was over y’all guessed

I heard ya new stuff and I hope it’s y’all’s best

Cos this that ? that’s disposin’ y’all’s mess

See I live with Ricky Wade and I’m still with Timmy Mosley

Hit every town, every suein’ city knows me

Oops, I admit, every suein’ city chose me

Why are you yappin, I sent you to get the groceries

Hot shot, hype down, money’s in my sight now

Really think that you can keep from me but it like how

Bubba’s out of sight, wow, yeah I’m really psyched out

Plus we got them kids in the yard and they like (OW)

I was playin’ in, Bubba’s gonna strike now

Been milkin’ music, we just had to find the right cow

Still I’m in the field, ain’t no tellin’ what I might plow

Fly always from the early bird to nights

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear, oh

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Oh, I see, I said

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear, oh

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah, oh

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

No they might

I popped up with Archie to let ya know I’m ready

Put some hickeys on the Betty and some mickeys on the chevy

Just hit me when you’re ready, oh and send a deposit

A title, a bobbin, I’m stumble in and rob ya

? walk the walk, too much for you to knock it

That I’m a been done, ain’t no words to drop it

Said it first quarter to double up the profit

Timmy call to play now huddle up I got it

I assure y’all I’m no average, okey-dokey backward savage

Don’t subscribe to that old add, and this country boy is no ?

That’s just a sample of flows I can handle

And no I ain’t content with that gold on the mantle

If hip-hop’s dead then I rose from the shambles

As him to which y’all can’t hold a candle

I said a lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear, oh

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Oh, I see, I said

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear, oh

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Ohho

Oh, I see, they don’t really do a forty quite like me

Yeah I know you miss me, just a innocent wing see

Cos the belly sexy, and I keep it greedy

That’s why every girl I meet seems to need me

And I try to help ’em, call ’em Bubba easy

Got a mean slur being chunky but to please me

But not enough to part me from my cheesy

But I love the hold ’em two big bouldem

Balls on her chest, cock nine hit em low dem

Betty shoulda told ’em, Bubba K is holdin’

Down this fort with a army of Trojans

I was soft spoken, mamma raised me humble

But gotta be a crocodile if I’m a raid the jungle

Back in the mud thirty days in the puddle

Sucker speak up, I can’t translate ya muffle

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear, oh

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Oh, I see

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear, oh

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Ohho

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear, oh

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Oh, I see

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear, oh

Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, oh

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would disappear

Ohho

Go boy, ahahahaha, hehe, ha hehehe

Goin’ around I told ya once before, ah yeah

Hey, frickity, he-he-he-he, I told ya once before, ah yeah

He-he-he’ll be-be-be comin’ round the mountain

He’ll be comin’ round the mountain when he comes

He-he-he ain’t goin’ nowhere

Gotta-gotta-gotta make that competition

2000, 2000 and eternity, Timmy, Bubba, we out

Bubba Sparxxx Hairdresser Hot

[Chorus: The Lacs (Bubba)]

She’s hairdresser hot (hot) motorcycle mean (mean)

Hillbilly helmet, every country boy’s dream (I must be dreamin!)

She cooks like her momma do, hammered drink Beam (Beam!)

She likes to leave her boots on, I love to make her scream (scream!)

She’s been known to cause brawls, never pays for nothin (nothin)

Slips right through the law, touchy when she’s buzzin (buzzin)

She’s always up to somethin, I don’t know about y’all but me (hey hey hey hey)

She-she-she-she-she-she-she’s every country boy’s dream

[Bubba Sparxxx]

My momma said, “That drama don’t need it”

Dirt roads even out, county fair queen and

If you can keep it, you ain’t gon’ leave it

Neptune lookin boy, she ain’t no Venus

Betty’s so bad she don’t need no tab

E’rything free that she throw back

E’ry dude here put a ring on that

But Betty ain’t wit it, she’ll veto that

She don’t wanna ride nuttin, she wanna drive

Me and you, him and them, not about mines

A hotter country girl I really doubt you gon’ find

Did a keg stand, baby now it’s go time

Up top, round back, ‘member how I found that new booty

Now “New Booty #2” to me

Hot like a hairdresser and she couldn’t care lesser

Turn it up wherever, scared never

[Chorus]

[The Lacs]

Go hard, no charge

Skip to the front of the line, rock star

She got friends too, eight-nine-dimes

Anything less, she got time

Big city boy, big money man

Tryin to be slick, tryin to run game

Tease just enough to get free drinks

Then it’s “By the way, I’m engaged”

(Damn) Dirty ass trick

by a chick that commit to blowin your mind

But your type just ain’t her kind

Them country boys is what she like

Raised in the South, lil’ cornbread fed

Big buck, big truck, and her tender legs

Hey, I’m on fire, gotta take a deep breath

She’ll ride all night, she don’t need no breaks

[Chorus]

[The Lacs]

She got that country swag, run lil’ tags

Georgia boots and a camo bag

I’m talkin she fine as hell

Bad little Southern jezebel

She’ll spend a hundred on her hairdo

Skull ring, don’t let that scare you

Outlaw woman, what you think?

She only smokes when she drinks

She’s a party star, runs the bar

Got a four-wheel drive and a little sports car

She hits the track, loves to ball

She rides on the back of a hog

She [?] when she’s up in a bar

She loves to hear the sound of a screaming guitar

[Chorus]

Bubba Sparxxx Put In Work

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

Bubba, Mathis Senior Triple X

I was getting restitution

They was getting rest

Country, rap bastard in the flesh

You gon’ give me what I earned and

Not a penny less (ah)

Trying to get it, 40 hours every week baby

Working? Hell nah

That’s what I get in sleep maybe

Big maybe, let me say I really appreciate it

When daddy told me

“Son it’s okay to be lazy

As long as you don’t mind

Table scraps at supper time

If you good with that then

Take a nap, yeah just recline

And when it’s time to shine

Stay reclined

Then you wonder why you way behind?”

That is why

[Yelawolf:]

I put in work

Be the last one to bed

And the first with my shovel in dirt

I put in work, for what I deserve

Be the last one to stop

Imma rock ’til I drop to the Earth

And it’s family first

So when the birds chirp

I’m at work

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

I’m at work while you eating dessert

I’m at work when you walk in and leaving church

Please God, forgive them cause we keep

Working while they giving

Excuse upon excuse for why they isn’t

Take a whole lot of ambition

Mix it up with more vision

Equals either inconceivable freedom or prison

Both, literal prison systems and

Prisons of the spirit but the vibe is undeniable

When you’re near it

Bitches fear it ’cause when beautiful women

Bitches hear it, see it or feel it

They get they ass and titty revealing

Beverages spilling, long legs spread to the ceiling

There’s no beating this feeling

But you know me, I’m just chilling (Ha!)

But not really nah I’m really obsessing

About how the next one I’m workings

Gon’ be the best one, yet

A country boy might survive

Working 9 to 5

But since this one here is trying to thrive

[Yelawolf:]

I put in work

Be the last one to bed

And the first with my shovel in dirt

I put in work, for what I deserve

Be the last one to stop

Imma rock ’til I drop to the Earth

And it’s family first

So when the birds chirp

I’m at work

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

Work like that check ain’t coming on the 1st

Work like that trust fund yo Papa left you undispersed

Work is to produce and re-produce is why we living

Work just because you like to get it

While ya’ll was Instagram’n

We was living in here jamming

Shit I like Instagram

But it ain’t one of The Ten Commandments

Since I’ve been a man I’ve been gradually

Comprehending and understanding

It ain’t so much the business plan it’s

It is the way you plan to handle your business

If the woman or man is relentless

God is the witness

The God given talent cause it ain’t gotta be

None like LeBron like you dead blessed

Gesundheit, mine is more like

Pete Rose playing for the Reds

The talent is average but it’s the hustle

That made him the best

Ain’t trying to say I’m the best

Just that I only know one way to success

[Yelawolf:]

I put in work

Be the last one to bed

And the first with my shovel in dirt

I put in work, for what I deserve

Be the last one to stop

Imma rock ’til I drop to the Earth

And it’s family first

So when the birds chirp

I’m at work