tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66634219627216031702024-03-26T17:30:29.369-07:00Bubba Sparxxx LyricsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-80939026383291933112024-03-26T17:29:00.000-07:002024-03-26T17:29:45.885-07:00Made On McCosh Mill Road (2014)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_lLyus0xBBnIW5fR4W2xuD5emTpKdOmMkP2kauOvq44CvTKQcHGBS-g99O0jnPwsPU9UrHAu98Ny6mnAZuLG1JzpT3CZY6QQjqQAP45p-4hf_XuWjTOaUYbeAAybXpvdnY38bOs-JrH2Oa3NGMoEBgOZLBZLwPzoH7MT3UOL-c9WAP2RyG2EW5ANBZqB/s1200/Made%20On%20McCosh%20Mill%20Road.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_lLyus0xBBnIW5fR4W2xuD5emTpKdOmMkP2kauOvq44CvTKQcHGBS-g99O0jnPwsPU9UrHAu98Ny6mnAZuLG1JzpT3CZY6QQjqQAP45p-4hf_XuWjTOaUYbeAAybXpvdnY38bOs-JrH2Oa3NGMoEBgOZLBZLwPzoH7MT3UOL-c9WAP2RyG2EW5ANBZqB/s320/Made%20On%20McCosh%20Mill%20Road.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://bubbasparxxxlyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/made-on-mccosh-mill-road-lyrics-bubba.html">Made On McCosh Mill Road</a></li><li><a href="https://bubbasparxxxlyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/lock-dem-hubs-lyrics-bubba-sparxxx.html">Lock Dem Hubs</a></li><li><a href="https://bubbasparxxxlyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/past-is-practice-lyrics-bubba-sparxxx.html">Past Is Practice</a></li><li><a href="https://bubbasparxxxlyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/better-be-country-lyrics-bubba-sparxxx.html">Better Be Country</a></li><li><a href="https://bubbasparxxxlyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/heart-of-georgia-lyrics-bubba-sparxxx.html">Heart Of Georgia</a></li><li><a href="https://bubbasparxxxlyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/okay-then-lyrics-bubba-sparxxx.html">Okay Then</a></li><li><a href="https://bubbasparxxxlyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/good-day-lyrics-bubba-sparxxx-feat.html">Good Day</a></li><li><a href="https://bubbasparxxxlyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/way-down-south-lyrics-bubba-sparxxx.html">Way Down South</a></li><li><a href="https://bubbasparxxxlyrics.blogspot.com/2024/03/pay-attention-lyrics-bubba-sparxxx-feat.html">Pay Attention</a> </li></ul></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-22818179006016036842024-03-26T17:25:00.000-07:002024-03-26T17:25:23.197-07:00Made On McCosh Mill Road lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Danny Boone)<div>I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl</div><div>I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl</div><div>See I was made on McCosh Mill Road</div><div>Where the rowdy folks come from</div><div>And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking</div><div>We'll do pretty much, anything but run</div><div><br /></div><div>The county line is the family line</div><div>I was made of the Georgia side</div><div>Venture into them Georgia pines</div><div>Find a whole lot more than Pines</div><div>Find a shine, find a different type of pine</div><div>Find the kind, they'll chop down and compress it</div><div>and address it up outta town</div><div>McCosh Mill, we that deal</div><div>Go on and bend that hat bill</div><div>Go on pop that chop and swig that, sit back, chill</div><div>Me and momma done turnt up</div><div>That wood pile get burnt up</div><div>Hot as hell but it's feelin like heaven to me</div><div>It sure does</div><div>Anybody thats anybody plus no body that's everybody</div><div>Knows about that Mill dog</div><div>Better ask 'em, they'll tell you bout it</div><div>That crowd is very rowdy</div><div>The beer is cold and the women hot</div><div>We came to have a good time tonight</div><div>But disrespect might get you shot</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl</div><div>I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl</div><div>See I was made on McCosh Mill Road</div><div>Where the rowdy folks come from</div><div>And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking</div><div>We'll do pretty much, anything but run</div><div><br /></div><div>I got my baby, got my beverage, its feelin like another Mill night</div><div>Mud hole marauders</div><div>That's how we living in real life</div><div>Chevrolets sittin 50 inches up above that gravel</div><div>Infested with that meth head, but old Bubba does not dabble</div><div>Just drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke</div><div>Make it do what</div><div>Man what did you think, my folk was a joke?</div><div>Naw buddy that must be you</div><div>Got meet on the grill, the music is loud, we havin an epic event</div><div>In case they forgot this is McCosh Mill, tell 'em again</div><div>We party like everybody just talk about how they party</div><div>Take a swig of that fire water just to get my day started</div><div>Born here, was made here, then stayed here, and Imma be buried</div><div>Right up on there on top of the hill' in the McCosh Road cemetery</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl</div><div>I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl</div><div>See I was made on McCosh Mill Road</div><div>Where the rowdy folks come from</div><div>And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking</div><div>We'll do pretty much, anything but run</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl</div><div>I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl</div><div>See I was made on McCosh Mill Road</div><div>Where the rowdy folks come from</div><div>And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking</div><div>We'll do pretty much, anything but run</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-31737978043913842542024-03-26T17:24:00.001-07:002024-03-26T17:24:53.445-07:00Lock Dem Hubs lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx<div>(2, 3, 4)</div><div><br /></div><div>Lock dem hubs, buckle up</div><div>Crank them subs way up loud</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>And here I go, here I, here I go</div><div>Here I, here I go</div><div>Baby, watch me roll</div><div><br /></div><div>Watch me roll down a very dirty road</div><div>In a muddy Chevrolet, baby, you already know</div><div>That I'm country boy cool with a legendary flow</div><div>And I could turn down, it ain't necessary though</div><div>So, I'ma elevate the noise</div><div>And drink a case of Miller just to celebrate the joys</div><div>Of knowing that they really hate the boy</div><div>'Cause it feels so great when you can tell that they annoyed</div><div>Poise, that's what I maintain</div><div>When I lock dem hubs and accelerate thangs</div><div>What thang? Any dang thang, mayne</div><div>Still watch me roll through LaGrange, can't change</div><div>Ain't that just so okay?</div><div>Been drinking since 11:30, what a day</div><div>And them subs cranked up so loud</div><div>That right about now, my eardrums wanna run away</div><div><br /></div><div>Lock dem hubs, buckle up</div><div>Crank them subs way up loud</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>And here I go, here I, here I go</div><div>Here I, here I go</div><div>Baby, watch me roll</div><div><br /></div><div>We havin' us a party in the wilderness</div><div>You better lock dem hubs if you wanna chill with us</div><div>Or them trails might be hard for you to navigate</div><div>Lost city slickers make coyotes salivate</div><div>Naw, dawg, I'm just giving you a hard time</div><div>Ain't nothin' going down but a jar of 'shine</div><div>And these country girls 'round here are fine</div><div>But don't worry 'bout her 'cause she all mine</div><div>I wouldn't take a million dollars for her</div><div>Wouldn't give a nickel for nothin' just like her</div><div>She's so thorough and she's so crazy</div><div>You'd rather lock up with a Bengal tiger</div><div>Now watch us roll outta control</div><div>Don't contemplate much, we just go</div><div>Crank them subs up, let 'em unload</div><div>Making love, doing 80 on a dirt road</div><div><br /></div><div>Lock dem hubs, buckle up</div><div>Crank them subs way up loud</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>And here I go, here I, here I go</div><div>Here I, here I go</div><div>Baby, watch me roll</div><div><br /></div><div>I got my hubs locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked</div><div>Now watch me roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll</div><div>I got my hubs locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked</div><div>Now watch me roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, baby</div><div><br /></div><div>Lock dem hubs, buckle up</div><div>Crank them subs way up loud</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>And here I go, here I, here I go</div><div>Here I, here I go</div><div>Lock dem hubs, buckle up</div><div>Crank them subs way up loud</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>Now watch me roll out them hubs</div><div>Buckle up, crank them subs</div><div>And here I go, here I, here I go</div><div>Here I, here I go</div><div>Baby, watch me roll</div><div>Hahahahaha</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-52315162147081875352024-03-26T17:24:00.000-07:002024-03-26T17:24:27.079-07:00Past Is Practice lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. JJ Lawhorn)<div>[Bubba Sparxxx:]</div><div>I was talkin' about the past the other night with my pops</div><div>And he said "Son we all got regrets all that we can do is accept that it's over learn from it and move on"</div><div><br /></div><div>[JJ Lawhorn:]</div><div>He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on</div><div>You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song</div><div>You have to fight to urge to reminisce</div><div>You can push rewind in your mind</div><div>It ain't nothin' but a waste of time</div><div>Today's the day get past this</div><div>'Cause the past is practice</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx:]</div><div>Another long night down in GA watchin' my whole life replay</div><div>Under my eye lids everything I did still rides with me these days</div><div>How could I let her love go how could I let my life get</div><div>This out of hand I'm talkin' bout the man this here is right where I sit</div><div>I was raised on deep southern values</div><div>Life treats you just like how you</div><div>Treat life, you better think twice</div><div>But if you blink twice it goes on without you</div><div>I'm sittin' here livin' in circles</div><div>Somehow I gotta turn it into a straight line</div><div>I know anything worth havin' takes time</div><div>But if patience is a virtue it ain't mine</div><div>I ain't ever been concerned with tomorrow</div><div>But yesterday visits me nightly</div><div>At the bottom of a glass just waitin' on my ass to tell me what might be</div><div>Had I cut it out sooner, or had I held on longer</div><div>Then I hear a voice in my head so clear</div><div>The past is practice it makes you stronger</div><div><br /></div><div>[JJ Lawhorn:]</div><div>He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on</div><div>You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song</div><div>You have to fight to urge to reminisce</div><div>You can push rewind in your mind</div><div>It ain't nothin' but a waste of time</div><div>Today's the day get past this</div><div>'Cause the past is practice</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx:]</div><div>I see now the blessin's the lesson</div><div>What's that sayin' what's that expression</div><div>Yesterday's history tomorrow's a mystery today is a gift that's why they call it present</div><div>I know that sounds good, when you're sayin' it to somebody else</div><div>But when it's your turn and your heart hurts it ain't really a whole lot of help</div><div>But it's like my pops says everybody's got regrets I guess</div><div>Try as you might, cry and fight it they ain't gon' change it so why stress</div><div>But we can change tomorrow, with a well played today</div><div>The lights are on and life goes on</div><div>Until it don't which makes you say</div><div><br /></div><div>[JJ Lawhorn:]</div><div>He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on</div><div>You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song</div><div>You have to fight to urge to reminisce</div><div>You can push rewind in your mind</div><div>It ain't nothin' but a waste of time</div><div>Today's the day get past this</div><div>'Cause the past is practice</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean the fact is there is no finer way to waste time</div><div>Than to be caught up obsession about the past</div><div>It's gone, it's gone forever move on love today</div><div><br /></div><div>He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on</div><div>You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song</div><div>You have to fight to urge to reminisce</div><div>You can push rewind in your mind</div><div>It ain't nothin' but a waste of time</div><div>Today's the day get past this</div><div>'Cause the past is practice</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-83630567394956293932024-03-26T17:23:00.001-07:002024-03-26T17:23:57.495-07:00Better Be Country lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx<div>It don't matter if she's from up top</div><div>Listens to rock and roll or hip hop</div><div>And it's cool if she's smokin' hot</div><div>But hey, she better be country</div><div><br /></div><div>Country is country wide, like the song said</div><div>I know a girl in Arizona with some long legs</div><div>She looks like Pocahontas on steroids</div><div>And she wild west, country fresh, yeah boy</div><div>I know another one in Montana, not Hannah</div><div>And she's totally into it, mind grammar</div><div>I got another one in West Hollywood</div><div>I love her though, she acts more Dollywood</div><div>Country is a state of mind and a state of heart</div><div>And they don't keep that locked inside a trailer park</div><div>'Cause every girl in the country ain't true to it</div><div>You wanna act cityfied, then move to it</div><div>I know one in Rochester</div><div>You should see her booty, man</div><div>God blessed her! (Hallelujah)</div><div>And she cooks like she oughtta be from Mayking</div><div>And she even puts grease with the eggs and bacon</div><div><br /></div><div>It don't matter if she's from up top</div><div>Listens to rock and roll or hip hop</div><div>And it's cool if she's smokin' hot</div><div>But hey, she better be country</div><div>Even if she's from out west</div><div>Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS</div><div>And I love a hot Southern mess</div><div>But still, she better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div><br /></div><div>She likes Kings of Leon and Drake</div><div>And every summer she's on the lake</div><div>Oh, somebody's boat gettin' tanned up</div><div>In a Instagram pic holdin' up a can up</div><div>Cold beverage, nope, don't stress it</div><div>Try and give her orders, she'll learn you your lesson</div><div>This ain't bye bye, she can be from Hawaii</div><div>Or Tennessee or anywhere in between</div><div>She's a country boy's dream in a two-piece</div><div>Becomes a one-piece when she has a few drinks</div><div>But don't get no disrespectful ideas</div><div>That country girl will leave you laying right there</div><div><br /></div><div>It don't matter if she's from up top</div><div>Listens to rock and roll or hip hop</div><div>And it's cool if she's smokin' hot</div><div>But hey, she better be country</div><div>Even if she's from out west</div><div>Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS</div><div>And I love a hot Southern mess</div><div>But still, she better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div><br /></div><div>I see the beauty in every woman</div><div>But it ain't nothing like a country woman</div><div>And I know country ain't only Southern</div><div>The whole world is covered (with what?)</div><div>With beautiful daughters of working folks</div><div>That raised them right whether rich or broke</div><div>And I got married, but I really hope</div><div>You can find you one of those, let's go</div><div><br /></div><div>It don't matter if she's from up top</div><div>Listens to rock and roll or hip hop</div><div>And it's cool if she's smokin' hot</div><div>But hey, she better be country</div><div>Even if she's from out west</div><div>Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS</div><div>And I love a hot Southern mess</div><div>But still, she better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div><div>She better be country</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-82163838542636779472024-03-26T17:23:00.000-07:002024-03-26T17:23:11.059-07:00Heart Of Georgia lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. D-Thrash, D-Ray)<div>I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone</div><div>Church on Sunday, work on Monday</div><div>Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)</div><div>My daddy always kept it 9 to 5</div><div>And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)</div><div>No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home</div><div>Come on, come on</div><div><br /></div><div>B-u-b-b-a make I em southern GA and I can never be fake</div><div>Everything I created sounds like the peach state</div><div>An I drink so much shine I can't even see straight</div><div>We take a little bit turn it in to alot of shit that we keep it poppin with</div><div>An ain't it obvious they should build a monument</div><div>way out in the sticks to honor my accomplishments</div><div>A son of lagrange on stage out in Idaho</div><div>Painting that southern living portrait with a microphone</div><div>Wouldn't you know I should have known Idaho is like my home</div><div>Bikers on harley d's hardly seems like I'm gone</div><div>But there ain't nothing like Georgia on a fall day</div><div>Giving that grill hell while the bulldogs play</div><div>Been all the way across this globe but my heart stays on mccosh mill road (come on)</div><div><br /></div><div>I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone</div><div>Church on Sunday, work on Monday</div><div>Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)</div><div>My daddy always kept it 9 to 5</div><div>And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)</div><div>No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home</div><div>Come on, come on</div><div><br /></div><div>I go to sleep Friday night an wake up Monday morning</div><div>Cause I got to get the money I gotta break bread and make the ends meat</div><div>I'm always clocking out late an getting no sleep</div><div>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</div><div>Nobody ever stops, nobody ever quits</div><div>An if your talking shit about us you better get</div><div>My hand's stay dirty, but I stay clean</div><div>I try to do it right if you know what I mean</div><div>I'm getting those checks I'm paying uncle Sam</div><div>I waiting for my tax refund up in the mail</div><div>My daddy worked hard, my mama did to</div><div>They always try to make sure that I knew</div><div>Bust yo ass and never make excuses</div><div>You can do anything if you put your mind to it an do it</div><div><br /></div><div>I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone</div><div>Church on Sunday, work on Monday</div><div>Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)</div><div>My daddy always kept it 9 to 5</div><div>And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)</div><div>No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home</div><div>Come on, come on</div><div><br /></div><div>Were about as Georgia as the okefenokee</div><div>Were about as Georgia as hunting hound dogs</div><div>Were about as Georgia as old stone mountain</div><div>Were about as Georgia as serve man to yall</div><div>Were about as Georgia as peanut farmers</div><div>Were about as Georgia as peachtree street</div><div>Were about as Georgia as solid gold music</div><div>That's rap, yeah that's country</div><div><br /></div><div>I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone</div><div>Church on Sunday, work on Monday</div><div>Mama can't get no wrong</div><div>My daddy always kept it 9 to 5</div><div>And worked his fingers to the bone</div><div>No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home</div><div>Come on, come on...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-3369449746126080462024-03-26T17:22:00.000-07:002024-03-26T17:22:32.307-07:00Okay Then lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx<div>Ay, we go from can to cain't, that's a work day</div><div>Then we closing the bar like it's my birthday</div><div>But it ain't though, brother, it's just another night</div><div>Another Southern night, I'm so in love with life</div><div>Ol' Bubba might swerve up in the juke joint</div><div>Drink a few then we iterate a few points</div><div>One being not one of y'all could whoop me</div><div>And even though you ain't with me, girl, you should be</div><div>That's just the Bourbon talking, I apologize</div><div>I'm a humble guy, promise you it's not a lie</div><div>A country boy can't just survive, he gotta thrive</div><div>Not in 2014, that's the bottom line</div><div>I heard a lotta times we was nothin' but poor or white</div><div>Sanitation, congratulations, you were right</div><div>Okay then, buddy, you want a reward?</div><div>Then pucker up and smooch this, yeah boy</div><div><br /></div><div>I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'</div><div>You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then</div><div>The muddy bottom is where I was raised in</div><div>You don't like it? Well, man, okay then</div><div>Okay then, buddy, okay then</div><div>You say I'm white trash? Okay then</div><div>Okay then, buddy, okay then</div><div>Well you can kiss my ass, okay then</div><div><br /></div><div>I drink beer for breakfast like J.B</div><div>Is that a sign of a problem? Well, it may be</div><div>But I piss out greatness as a result</div><div>What's up? Them country boys, we up</div><div>Can you keep Bubba, will you just keep on?</div><div>Speakin on somethin' you should really leave alone</div><div>You don't like the country rap song, to each his own</div><div>Bubba don't need your thumbs up, he is grown</div><div>Just give me my Whiskey and hush it</div><div>This for my folks strictly, they love it</div><div>And I love them too, that's why I represent</div><div>For the muddy bottoms, boy, you gotta let us in</div><div><br /></div><div>I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'</div><div>You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then</div><div>The muddy bottom is where I was raised in</div><div>You don't like it? Well, man, okay then</div><div>Okay then, buddy, okay then</div><div>You say I'm white trash? Okay then</div><div>Okay then, buddy, okay then</div><div>Well you can kiss my ass, okay then</div><div><br /></div><div>So let me get this straight, you don't like me</div><div>I'm either too country for you or I might be</div><div>Not country enough, I'll tell ya, bud</div><div>Who gives a damn? It never was Bub</div><div>Let me get this straight, you don't like me</div><div>I'm either too country for you or I might be</div><div>Not country enough, I'll tell ya what, bud</div><div>Who gives a damn? It never was Bub</div><div><br /></div><div>I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'</div><div>You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then</div><div>The muddy bottom is where I was raised in</div><div>You don't like it? Well, man, okay then</div><div>Okay then, buddy, okay then</div><div>You say I'm white trash? Okay then</div><div>Okay then, buddy, okay then</div><div>Well you can kiss my ass, okay then</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean, all I'm sayin' is</div><div>Is it needs to be one or the other</div><div>It needs to be either country or rap music</div><div>Them two things, you can't mix 'em together</div><div>I ain't sayin' I like the boom boom stuff</div><div>I'm just sayin' it's how it needs to be</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-15549971941145565352024-03-26T17:21:00.001-07:002024-03-26T17:21:58.080-07:00Good Day lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Lamar Williams, Jr)<div>[Bubba Sparxxx:]</div><div>This morning it was colder than a mother-in-law's love</div><div>But look at that sunshine the Lord brought us</div><div>My baby cooked a breakfast that was heavy on the hog</div><div>Now pushin' that Chevy through the early mornin' fog</div><div>And I'm thinkin', reflectin' on the blessings I'm collectin'</div><div>Just to live a simple life free of stress is my objective</div><div>Shit does happen but it's less than I expected</div><div>More times than not, so I guess it's 'bout perspective</div><div>My dog eats cow turds, it could always be worse</div><div>He could like my turds in the toilet, teeth first</div><div>My truck ain't new, but it's new-ish</div><div>Which wouldn't make a difference, the mud is an inch thick</div><div>And if my woman's talkin' then she's probably fussin'</div><div>About a lotta nothin', still we do a lotta lovin'</div><div>You gotta love it, every day's a good day</div><div>Just some are better than others, I guess you could say</div><div><br /></div><div>[Lamar Williams, Jr.:]</div><div>Livin' every day like it's my birthday</div><div>'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in</div><div>I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night</div><div>And ain't nobody trippin'</div><div>Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer</div><div>My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx:]</div><div>Pretty much every one of my friends drink beer</div><div>Until their piss is but their vision ain't clear</div><div>And the cats in my yard are seventh generations (Seventh generation)</div><div>Inbred, if six dead, then ten replace 'em</div><div>But today I'm just making the choice to love it all (Love it)</div><div>What's a couple flaws? That don't bother Bubba, naw</div><div>My co-workers is goin' berzerk, what the hell?</div><div>The bossman trippin' too, hey, it's just as well</div><div>Either way, I must prevail, a good day</div><div>Becomes a great day when your perception ain't gray</div><div>I may pray but after that, I gotta live it</div><div>Gotta help you help yourself, do not forget it</div><div>I bought a lottery ticket and won another ticket</div><div>That's how he gives you another day, do somethin' wit' it</div><div>If I open my eyes then I'm a success</div><div>Just blessed, I'm alive, so what's stress?</div><div><br /></div><div>[Lamar Williams, Jr.:]</div><div>Livin' every day like it's my birthday</div><div>'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in</div><div>I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night</div><div>And ain't nobody trippin'</div><div>Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer</div><div>My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up</div><div><br /></div><div>Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh</div><div>Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh</div><div><br /></div><div>Livin' every day like it's my birthday</div><div>'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in</div><div>I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night</div><div>And ain't nobody trippin'</div><div>Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer</div><div>My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up</div><div>'Til the sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up</div><div>'Til the sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-8042177269224885902024-03-26T17:21:00.000-07:002024-03-26T17:21:20.363-07:00Way Down South lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Kyle Cook, Danny Boone, Demun Jones)<div>We goin' way down, way down, way down south</div><div>We goin' way down, way down, way down</div><div>Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more</div><div>Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more</div><div>Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down</div><div>We goin' way down</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a workaholic, alcoholic, everything-aholic</div><div>Hillbilly, bumpkin, whatever name you call it</div><div>My mama smokes Winstons and my daddy drinks wine</div><div>The Muscadine kind, and I love 'em, they mine</div><div>I got a big sister named Ginger that'll whip your ass</div><div>Quick, fast, this is something that you should know</div><div>We ain't just from down there, we're from out there</div><div>No newspaper, we ain't on their route, yeah</div><div>Yeah, country, no city water</div><div>No pizza, man, we didn't even get the order</div><div>But we workin', we ain't afraid of labor</div><div>When the works done, we wakin' up the neighbors</div><div>And they live a half a mile away from us</div><div>We crank it up louder, wishin' they would say somethin'</div><div>But, they wouldn't anyway, 'cause they on the way</div><div>Will we be alive tomorrow? We can only pray</div><div><br /></div><div>We goin' way down, way down, way down south</div><div>We goin' way down, way down, way down</div><div>Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more</div><div>Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more</div><div>Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down</div><div>We goin' way down</div><div><br /></div><div>We comin' at you live from the bottom</div><div>Right-hand corner, 55° weather</div><div>But the summer like a sauna, man</div><div>You could cut the humidity with a husk of corn</div><div>(Country)</div><div>Damn skippy, can't wash it off ya</div><div>Hard-working daddy, mama mighty bossy</div><div>They don't like me runnin' with my buddy, Bubba</div><div>We be gettin' saucy</div><div>Like some good ole boys know to do 'round these parts</div><div>Whiskey sips got us fit to be tied</div><div>Pitching more than a hissy fit</div><div>Wide open spaces, out in the sticks</div><div>I'm in La Grange tryin' to holler at some dixie chicks</div><div>Don't get mad at me Natalie, I'm just tipsy as piss</div><div><br /></div><div>We goin' way down, way down, way down south</div><div>We goin' way down, way down, way down</div><div>Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more</div><div>Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more</div><div>Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down</div><div>We goin' way down</div><div>South</div><div><br /></div><div>Way down, like Jones County</div><div>We candy cane, doin' it like it ain't</div><div>Lemme say it now, the replay on the rounds is Bubba, Danny and me</div><div>And we comin' to tear it down, and then we raisin' a banner</div><div>And we ain't takin' it down, we crankin' the music louder</div><div>We makin' it shake the ground and down and down</div><div>Hey, what you know about them loud-ass crackers, the gentlemen of the south</div><div>While we hangin' outta windows and ridin' 'round the town</div><div>In a black Duramax jacked way up off the ground</div><div>Smoke stacks, big grips, hips and bottle lifts</div><div>Drink bottles to the bottom 'cause we take big sips</div><div>And little bitty hips, but here that's a fact</div><div>Move your bottom, better get it together, now bring it back, y'all</div><div><br /></div><div>We goin' way down, way down, way down south</div><div>We goin' way down, way down, way down</div><div>Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more</div><div>Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more</div><div>Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down</div><div>We goin' way down</div><div>South</div><div><br /></div><div>We goin' way down</div><div>South</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-45127225028377253022024-03-26T17:20:00.000-07:002024-03-26T17:20:48.955-07:00Pay Attention lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Redneck Souljers)<div>Pay attention (Pay attention, pay attention)</div><div><br /></div><div>Pay attention when I'm pullin' up at the traffic light</div><div>In that muddy Chevrolet, cooler full of Natural Light</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)</div><div>Pay attention when I'm layin' down that 12 point buck</div><div>Then I skin him when I'm finished cook that tenderloin up</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)</div><div>Pay attention when I'm talkin' I ain't into wastin' words</div><div>And a big country woman, that's wha Bubba K prefers</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>Pay attention to me dominating a game of corn hole</div><div>While I'm drinkin' on a Natty colder than the North Pole</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)</div><div><br /></div><div>Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard</div><div>Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?</div><div>We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs</div><div>We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt</div><div>Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard</div><div>Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?</div><div>We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs</div><div>Pay attention</div><div>We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt</div><div><br /></div><div>Pay attention when my mama's fussin', she will slap you silly</div><div>And if you disrespect my brother, well then you'll just have to kill him</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)</div><div>Pay attention to that mud hole, your truck will get so stuck</div><div>That you just abandon it, now wouldn't that just be your luck</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)</div><div>Pay attention to them large mouth we pullin' out the lake</div><div>And if we pass the catch limit that's a law we're 'bout to break</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)</div><div>Pay attention to me thankin' Jesus before I go to sleep</div><div>Then I'm beggin' for forgiveness. pray to Him my soul to keep</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)</div><div>Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)</div><div><br /></div><div>Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard</div><div>Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?</div><div>We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs</div><div>We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt</div><div>Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard</div><div>Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?</div><div>We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs</div><div>Hey Bubba</div><div>We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt</div><div><br /></div><div>[?] fast sack of that deer jerky</div><div>Slap 'er down on a biscuit with a bowl of grits</div><div>And a beer, ya heard me?</div><div>C Hubb is clearly hungry and if this ain't really country</div><div>Then quit your thinkin' dummy</div><div>Take a sip of the clear in this jar it'll leave you feelin' funny</div><div>We way out past the no trespasssin' signs</div><div>We got the grass, the shine, the country girls fat behinds</div><div>Damn near some mastermind, yup we can't be past the line</div><div>So get to waitin', here's some widdelin' sticks to pass the time</div><div><br /></div><div>Coulda brought a little bit of smoke for me</div><div>I'ma get high as hell, and I got a little bit of shine with me</div><div>You mine as well count your blessin's</div><div>Did I forget to mention that [?] goin' off [?]</div><div><br /></div><div>Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard</div><div>Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?</div><div>We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs</div><div>We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt</div><div>Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard</div><div>Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?</div><div>We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs</div><div>Pay attention</div><div>We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-49385749083854958742024-03-01T05:50:00.000-08:002024-03-01T05:50:42.872-08:00Pain Management (2013)<p></p><div 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Dan Rockett)<div>{"You-you-you got the blues"}</div><div>{"You damn-damn-damn sure got the blues"}</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>Kick ass, quick fast, Bubba back</div><div>Where I was that sorry muh'fucker at</div><div>Everywhere we have on repeat</div><div>The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street</div><div>Part of there where dude by the Duvall</div><div>Man the fuck up, perservere through all</div><div>I don't wanna talk, give a fuck who calls</div><div>Oh it's momma, tell her I'll be there in eight</div><div>Just a big day, 100 K and live great</div><div>Headed this way Stumpy and D-Ray</div><div>Somebody gotta eat, might as well be</div><div>me and my seed, well B let's see</div><div>how quickly we can turn this kid</div><div>In the brand new verse I did</div><div>A lot more one time with a lot less</div><div>That life was a mess, this not stress</div><div>I can do this standin on my head</div><div>Them bitches end up wantin me for dead</div><div>But they should've used a cannon and the lead</div><div>So now it's my turn, tell 'em what I said</div><div>It's no such thing as fate, just what you make</div><div>It's no Tooth Fairy, just a toothache</div><div>It is a heaven though and it got a big gate</div><div>Saint Peter, meet my friend Ben Frank...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Dan Rockett]</div><div>When I'm bangin on the gates of heaven!</div><div>When my TIME is heaven-sent!</div><div>Bangin on the gates of heaven!</div><div>Saint Peter come and let me in!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>Let me in the gate, nah I ain't on the list</div><div>I ain't got a hot pink band on my wrist</div><div>Probably got a lil' contraband in my piss</div><div>I ain't live my whole life plannin for this</div><div>I thumbed through the Bible, scanned the Quran</div><div>Not the most righteous man in the land</div><div>Hunted with the lions, ran with the lambs</div><div>My +Uncle+ raped me, that ain't natural Sam</div><div>We all got a story, most got a saga</div><div>Still hear the truth that's spoke by my father</div><div>Jim Beam sales has hope by the bottle</div><div>Life may suck but you don't gotta swallow</div><div>Love that man and his backwoods proverbs</div><div>Also love big tits or knockers</div><div>Even if they not hers shout to the doctor</div><div>Well Saint Pete, let us in, she gotcha...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Dan Rockett]</div><div>Well I've been bangin on the gates of heaven!</div><div>When my TIME is heaven-sent!</div><div>Bangin on the gates of heaven!</div><div>SAINT PETER come and let me in!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>Oh yeah~!</div><div>E'rybody runnin everything and anything</div><div>E'rybody think they should be doin bigger things</div><div>Don't nobody wanna see it how it really is</div><div>Don't nobody really celebrate your big event</div><div>They just showed up hopin they can get laid</div><div>End up swingin dicks case, but in a bitch case</div><div>Make sure the T and A thing is in place</div><div>Then get shit-faced, daddy's little disgrace</div><div>Might make a mistake, might catch a big break</div><div>Either way she wanna infiltrate that big gate</div><div>Maybe heaven is a club that never shuts</div><div>down and the bill never has to be settled up...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Dan Rockett]</div><div>Well I been rollin with the devil every chance I GET!</div><div>Now ya, see the shape I'm in</div><div>Well I've been bangin on the gates of heaven!</div><div>When my TIIIIME is heaven-sent!</div><div>Bangin on the gates of heaven!</div><div>Saint PETER come and let me in</div><div>Well I've been bangin on the gates!</div><div>Bangin on the gates, Lord</div><div>I'm bangin on, bang on the</div><div>Saint Peter, come and let me in</div><div>Ohhh, Saint Peter!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-53279814017586774742024-03-01T05:46:00.001-08:002024-03-01T05:46:54.567-08:00Country Folks lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Danny Boone & Colt Ford)<div>[Chorus - Danny Boone:]</div><div>Country fried, baptized in gravy</div><div>Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya</div><div>No matter how far that highway goes</div><div>An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)</div><div>If you see it in their eye when they try to lie</div><div>If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind</div><div>Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high</div><div>For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx:]</div><div>I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land</div><div>And I can't hear 'em hatin on me, I'm a modest man</div><div>Talkin with Jimmy Mathis and he got a plan</div><div>And when he talk I listen to him, that's a lot of man (pops!)</div><div>He said we need to take it back to the root of it</div><div>I put on for the country, that's the truth of it</div><div>I'm talkin last millenium we was reppin it</div><div>Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!)</div><div>We introduced 'em to the cooler on the tailgate</div><div>Full of cold Nattie Light playin "Satellite"</div><div>A lil' Dave while we misbehave, okay (okay)</div><div>Once we figured the game out, we go play (go!)</div><div>The generation of people that love 2Pac</div><div>And hate, we bangin it in the boondocks</div><div>Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared</div><div>Dem folks been doin that thang, yeah</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Colt Ford (Bubba Sparxxx):]</div><div>See me and Bubba, we've been doin this a long while</div><div>It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile</div><div>Hollywood look good, full of fake friends</div><div>I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!)</div><div>Time heals, one fell, one came up</div><div>Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up</div><div>A lot of talk cousin, I ain't gotta name 'em</div><div>They wanna be us, hell I can't blame 'em (nah)</div><div>So looky here, cold beer on the tailgate</div><div>Been doin this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)</div><div>Bangin OutKast and a little George Strait</div><div>Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx {Colt Ford}:]</div><div>E'rything real funny 'til the money come (and then what?)</div><div>Now they want some (what) when they ain't wanted none (ohh)</div><div>And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)</div><div>We did it son {y-yeah we did it son~!}</div><div>We was drinkin Jim Beam by the handle (handle)</div><div>Me and Steven heard they're loadin up ammo (ammo)</div><div>Bumpin Goodie Mob, real tree camo (camo)</div><div>This white boy really think he Rambo! (GO!)</div><div>Cut the beat on, I bet his ass jam though</div><div>You don't like it straight to hell is where you can go</div><div>12-pointer hangin right above the mantle</div><div>You don't like the program? Change the channel (woo!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-12901413409682748402024-03-01T05:46:00.000-08:002024-03-01T05:46:27.800-08:00Ride Out Of Town lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx<div>[Intro]</div><div>Woo-WEEE!</div><div>Okay okay</div><div><br /></div><div>I make a livin doin what the hell I wanna do</div><div>They still tellin you about it, I was showin you</div><div>In a black El Camino with a new señorita</div><div>and a chrome-plated nina, come see me (c'mon)</div><div>These young country boys wanna be me</div><div>But to be me, you gon' have to be me</div><div>And that's a hundred hour work week</div><div>pourin concrete dirt cheap, no that's not easy</div><div>Prayin in the moonlight tryin to do right</div><div>Please God, show me what it look like</div><div>Does it look like money? Does it look like Playboy bunnies?</div><div>How 'bout just money?</div><div>If not then it may not be funny</div><div>"Made in Georgia" tatted on my tummy</div><div>He told a joke when he said that's what he want</div><div>Cause really no he don't, I'm laughin cause it's funny</div><div>I pulled up with your sister Sunday</div><div>Pulled up with her bestie Monday</div><div>That's-that's-that's that dirt road mackin</div><div>Soak up these three lessons from me</div><div>(Here we go!) You was confused</div><div>You should be un-confused now</div><div>Hater get up on your horse</div><div>Get up on your horse and just ride out of town</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div>Turn it up, it's goin down</div><div>We gonna party when the sun goes down</div><div>If you ain't wit it, don't come around</div><div>Get on your horse and ride out of town</div><div><br /></div><div>[Interlude]</div><div>Get-get up! (Ride outta town)</div><div>Get, get, get-get up! (Ride outta town)</div><div><br /></div><div>Best around and blow me ten million dollars</div><div>Like it was your truckload, homeboy holler</div><div>And just as soon as I get another ten</div><div>I'ma make her head spin doin it again</div><div>I ain't that worried, I ain't concerned</div><div>Sat a few out, now takin my turn</div><div>Did what I did, got what I got</div><div>Should I be alive? Probably not</div><div>Probably still I honestly feel</div><div>like I'm for real a pretty big deal</div><div>Country and trill, 30-inch wheels</div><div>Back in this thang, that's what it is</div><div>I can get money, I can go broke</div><div>Either way it go I'ma be with my folks</div><div>Bubba ain't dead, y'all just scared</div><div>That must be why he ain't say what he said</div><div>What goes around comes right back around</div><div>Hater get up on your horse</div><div>Get up on your horse and just ride out of town</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus w/ ad libs]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Interlude]</div><div>Get-get up! (Ride outta town)</div><div>Get-get up! (Ride outta town)</div><div>Get-get up! (Ride outta town)</div><div>Get, get, get-get up!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus - 2X w/ ad libs]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Outro]</div><div>Get-get up! (Ride outta town)</div><div>Get-get up! (Ride outta town)</div><div>(Ride outta town, ride outta town)</div><div>Get-get up! (Ride outta town)</div><div>(Get on your horse)</div><div>Get-get up! (Ride outta town)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-49276079703830336982024-03-01T05:45:00.001-08:002024-03-01T05:45:59.207-08:00Splinter lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Crucifix)<div>The world is cold as a winter</div><div>And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>I got a whole lot of issues that are unresolved</div><div>I went 2 weeks without seeing nobody, just my dog</div><div>His name is Blao, he's the closest thing to a child</div><div>I may ever have, I’m selfish as hell, why lie</div><div>Too self absorbed of relationships, still I try</div><div>From time to time to find me one for my life</div><div>And my patterns are hard for a decent woman to</div><div>Respect or accept, so whores I keep em' comin through</div><div>In the bed with a babbling bitch that loves me</div><div>And she bad it’s just some about it’s ugly</div><div>After we finish, I hate when she try to touch me</div><div>It ain’t her fault, that’s just me</div><div>I slowly weigh down, but I ain’t perfect though</div><div>Relapse is a record that I done heard before</div><div>And I’m no Marshall Mathers, I’m talking Andy Mathis</div><div>I’m talking deadly habits, it’s so sad and tragic</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>The world is cold as a winter</div><div>And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter</div><div>I know I’m a sinner,</div><div>But all I can do is pray, god just take the pain away</div><div>Cause I’m cold as the winter</div><div>And life done got up under my skin like a splinter</div><div>I know I’m a winner</div><div>But all I can do is pray, don't let me lose my faith today</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>I tried my best to be so good to some folks</div><div>The same people showed me betrayal up close</div><div>The flip side of that coin is I’ve been negligent</div><div>With a lot of my real friends I never meant</div><div>To let a day turn into a month and then a year</div><div>Without speaking to you, I know that it appears</div><div>I just forgot about y’all but really in truth</div><div>I forgot about me too, this igloo</div><div>I built around myself it’s so frigid</div><div>And it ain’t melting away, I don’t dig it</div><div>I know life is gone, I’m gon' miss it</div><div>It’s like it never was here, if you don’t live it</div><div>I think about the past and get so livid</div><div>What the fuck was you thinking, I don’t get it</div><div>You so capable, personality magnetic</div><div>Life could have been so good if you had let it</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>The world is cold as a winter</div><div>And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter</div><div>I know I’m a sinner,</div><div>But all I can do is pray, god just take the pain away</div><div>Cause I’m cold as the winter</div><div>And life done got up under my skin like a splinter</div><div>I know I’m a winner</div><div>But all I can do is pray, don't let me lose my faith today</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>I may not be the shit to you but where I come from</div><div>Them people love Bub, therefor I must just</div><div>Stay faithful, the lord got his hands on me</div><div>And you don’t hate me, you just don’t understand, homie</div><div>There from humble beginnings I saw limitless</div><div>Possibility, fear was my only nemesis</div><div>Along the way I forfeited my innocence</div><div>But that is ok, thank you lord</div><div><br /></div><div>For all the pain, the affliction</div><div>It’s like a mirror in my face that I need to see</div><div>All my loss, my addiction</div><div>Showed me something that I really needed to know about me</div><div>It’s like a shape to me, you’re more than me</div><div>Killing this heart is controlling me</div><div>Though I’m out of control, you still order me</div><div>Folding me up inside your hands and the words don’t come</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook:]</div><div>The world is cold as a winter</div><div>And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter</div><div>I know I’m a sinner,</div><div>But all I can do is pray, god just take the pain away</div><div>Cause I’m cold as the winter</div><div>And life done got up under my skin like a splinter</div><div>I know I’m a winner</div><div>But all I can do is pray, let me make it through the day</div><div>Let me make it through the day.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-37884915383144123912024-03-01T05:45:00.000-08:002024-03-01T05:45:27.766-08:00Hairdresser Hot lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. The Lacs)<div>[Chorus: The Lacs (Bubba)]</div><div>She's hairdresser hot (hot) motorcycle mean (mean)</div><div>Hillbilly helmet, every country boy's dream (I must be dreamin!)</div><div>She cooks like her momma do, hammered drink Beam (Beam!)</div><div>She likes to leave her boots on, I love to make her scream (scream!)</div><div>She's been known to cause brawls, never pays for nothin (nothin)</div><div>Slips right through the law, touchy when she's buzzin (buzzin)</div><div>She's always up to somethin, I don't know about y'all but me (hey hey hey hey)</div><div>She-she-she-she-she-she-she's every country boy's dream</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>My momma said, "That drama don't need it"</div><div>Dirt roads even out, county fair queen and</div><div>If you can keep it, you ain't gon' leave it</div><div>Neptune lookin boy, she ain't no Venus</div><div>Betty's so bad she don't need no tab</div><div>E'rything free that she throw back</div><div>E'ry dude here put a ring on that</div><div>But Betty ain't wit it, she'll veto that</div><div>She don't wanna ride nuttin, she wanna drive</div><div>Me and you, him and them, not about mines</div><div>A hotter country girl I really doubt you gon' find</div><div>Did a keg stand, baby now it's go time</div><div>Up top, round back, 'member how I found that new booty</div><div>Now "New Booty #2" to me</div><div>Hot like a hairdresser and she couldn't care lesser</div><div>Turn it up wherever, scared never</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[The Lacs]</div><div>Go hard, no charge</div><div>Skip to the front of the line, rock star</div><div>She got friends too, eight-nine-dimes</div><div>Anything less, she got time</div><div>Big city boy, big money man</div><div>Tryin to be slick, tryin to run game</div><div>Tease just enough to get free drinks</div><div>Then it's "By the way, I'm engaged"</div><div>(Damn) Dirty ass trick</div><div>by a chick that commit to blowin your mind</div><div>But your type just ain't her kind</div><div>Them country boys is what she like</div><div>Raised in the South, lil' cornbread fed</div><div>Big buck, big truck, and her tender legs</div><div>Hey, I'm on fire, gotta take a deep breath</div><div>She'll ride all night, she don't need no breaks</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[The Lacs]</div><div>She got that country swag, run lil' tags</div><div>Georgia boots and a camo bag</div><div>I'm talkin she fine as hell</div><div>Bad little Southern jezebel</div><div>She'll spend a hundred on her hairdo</div><div>Skull ring, don't let that scare you</div><div>Outlaw woman, what you think?</div><div>She only smokes when she drinks</div><div>She's a party star, runs the bar</div><div>Got a four-wheel drive and a little sports car</div><div>She hits the track, loves to ball</div><div>She rides on the back of a hog</div><div>She [?] when she's up in a bar</div><div>She loves to hear the sound of a screaming guitar</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-32692376000242855192024-03-01T05:44:00.001-08:002024-03-01T05:44:57.703-08:00Right lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Rodney Atkins)<div>[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>Boom Boom</div><div>Boom</div><div>Boom Boom</div><div>In a way it's the mistakes I make that let me know I'm livin'</div><div>A full assortment of feelings, baby I know I feel 'em</div><div>And most the time I'm feeling the way I feel</div><div>'cause I'm thinking the way I think, I'm living the way I live (so real)</div><div>And some lessons I learned with some I ain't concerned</div><div>And some of them do matter just gotta wait they turn</div><div>'Cause when the pain of staying the same outweighs</div><div>The pain of change I'll probably change my ways</div><div>[Hook: Rodney Atkins]</div><div>One of these days I hope I get this right</div><div>Put the puzzle pieces all together one time</div><div>Not a worry in the world weighing on my mind</div><div>Rolling slow and easy</div><div>One of these days I hope I learn my lesson</div><div>Get it figured out so I don't have to keep guessin'</div><div>Maybe when I'm eighty and I'm taking my last long ride</div><div>I just might get it right</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>Boom</div><div>Boom boom</div><div>Everybody know how to ride that horse 'til they own that horse</div><div>And it's bucking</div><div>They all would have did it like this should have did it like that til they get it like that</div><div>Nobody want to walk that walk and when they on that walk and need crutches</div><div>I Hope nobody give it right back</div><div>I Hope nobody did 'em like that</div><div>My pops is older now</div><div>And his life is slowing down</div><div>And he's still trying to get it right get it tight</div><div>'Cause what he's knowing now ain't nothing like what he thought</div><div>Ain't nothing like what I knew but what I know I think this life I love is so [?]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook: Rodney Atkins]</div><div>One of these days I hope I get this right</div><div>Put the puzzle pieces all together one time</div><div>Not a worry in the world weighing on my mind</div><div>Rolling slow and easy</div><div>One of these days I hope I learn my lesson</div><div>Get it figured out so I don't have to keep guessin'</div><div>Maybe when I'm eighty and I'm taking my last long ride</div><div>I just might get it right</div><div><br /></div><div>[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxxs]</div><div>Maybe when I'm eighty my baby's babies no longer babies</div><div>I will still be talking crazy 'bout the moral observations that I'm gonna be making</div><div>As soon as tomorrow sun is raising</div><div>And I can just appreciate the fact that it's been amazing</div><div>The puzzle pieces they fit together as God intended</div><div>He never asked my opinion he had just dropped me in it</div><div>I'm grateful I'm thankful I'm better for all of it</div><div>The good and the bad the indifferent, all of it listen</div><div><br /></div><div>[Hook: Rodney Atkins]</div><div>One of these days I hope I get this right</div><div>Put the puzzle pieces all together one time</div><div>Not a worry in the world weighing on my mind</div><div>Rolling slow and easy</div><div>One of these days I hope I learn my lesson</div><div>Get it figured out so I don't have to keep guessin'</div><div>Maybe when I'm eighty and I'm taking my last long ride</div><div>I just might get it right</div><div><br /></div><div>[Instrumental]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-36509114024138163002024-03-01T05:44:00.000-08:002024-03-01T05:44:16.350-08:00Getcha A Pull lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dirt Reynolds)<div>[Intro]</div><div>OWWWW!</div><div>Don't even matter to me baby</div><div>Well alrighty then</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>I guess I just don't understand it, just ain't how it was made</div><div>You can't present it as love when it's undoubtedly hate</div><div>You can't be reckless, gon' bump it, think it's 'bout to be straight</div><div>When I look ya in ya face, this will not be the case (never!)</div><div>But I'm not a cage fighter, boy I'm simply a man</div><div>Had a plan to stack a hundred thou' and get me some land</div><div>And I did it one time, then I did it again (again!)</div><div>Did it 'bout a hundred mo' times, I promise ya can (you can do it!)</div><div>Got a 5-0-9 Merlin, baby it's purrin</div><div>At first it was roarin and my ride is not foreign</div><div>It was bought and paid for by not no snorin</div><div>Blew a whole lot of money and I'm fin' to blow more of it (get money!)</div><div>My girlfriend is made in America also (okay)</div><div>A mistress from Paraguay, and mine is from Oslo (okay)</div><div>I get 'em all together way out in the woods</div><div>And they get 'em a pull, and I get me a pull</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>I got that asshole motor sittin under my hood</div><div>C'mon get you a pull, get'cha get you a pull</div><div>All the country girls they wanna know how good do I do it</div><div>I tell 'em get you a pull, baby get you a pull</div><div>Yeah buddy flexin hard, I really wish that he would</div><div>C'mon get him a pull, buddy get you a pull</div><div>The whole world can be yours dawg, I promise it could</div><div>Just gotta get you a pull, gon' get you a pull, woo!</div><div>Get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, baby</div><div>Get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, hoss</div><div>Get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, baby</div><div>Get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, hoss</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>Oh yeah, hey</div><div>I ain't even slightly concerned with negativity</div><div>They talk and they talk and they talk, it never gets to me</div><div>I stay surrendered to God's will, that's my boss</div><div>So you can talk your lil' mouth off - brother (ha ha!)</div><div>It's none other than Bubba K from LaGrange (LaGrange)</div><div>Or Trap County to be exact, we run thangs (run thangs)</div><div>I done thangs to re-arrange the rap game (rap game)</div><div>The country lane, we doin the same thang mayne (c'mon!)</div><div>I never wanted your girl to become smitten dude</div><div>When she was kissin me, bet she was missin you</div><div>Yeah she was feelin it, and I was in the mood (what then?)</div><div>We never even made a song, couple interludes (ha ha!)</div><div>We had to get us a pull, you know the ritual (yeah yeah)</div><div>Then I walked on the stage and straight get into it (yeah yeah)</div><div>A couple thousand they screamin, they tryin to get a pull</div><div>So I give it to 'em, I had to give it to 'em (woo!)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Dirt Reynolds]</div><div>They wanna know what I got under my hood</div><div>Motor geeked up like I got blow in the fuel</div><div>Yeah, flow cold better get you some wood</div><div>Only wishful thinkin I'm doin is wishin you would</div><div>Boy, I came to win and don't care how I do it</div><div>Jump in the ring with a bull, scare it up out the woods</div><div>With no description or a fingerprint they know I'm that dude</div><div>Got 'em scared, rappers see me they attempt to elude</div><div>At the party I'm that dude who took a piss in the pool</div><div>Me and Bubba in the mud again with shit on our shoes</div><div>When my money be talkin, I can see 'em get scared</div><div>Got the lil' chick overseas, I'm havin foreign affair</div><div>Yeah, ay, I'm livin life like I struck oil</div><div>Matter fact, I'm thinkin 'bout inventin in the Cowboys</div><div>Supply the whole trap with cocaine cause it full up</div><div>They see me gettin money so they wanna get a pull of</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-89974412789285781212024-03-01T05:43:00.001-08:002024-03-01T05:43:50.892-08:00LaGrange lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dan Rockett)<div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>I was, livin small, dreamin big, inconsiderate</div><div>of what they said a country boy could never represent</div><div>I might as well have said I wanted to be an astronaut</div><div>Pluto is doable, bein a rapper's not (what?!)</div><div>I've tried to listen but I ain't hear a damn thang</div><div>Sacrifice or regret, pick your path mayne</div><div>With either path comes pain but with sacrifice (what)</div><div>The pain is temporary (what) regret, that's for life (oh)</div><div>I ain't proud of a lot of what I had to do</div><div>In survival mode (damn) I kept my Bible clothes</div><div>But God's gotta know, my heart was never not</div><div>aligned with His will, my mind was hell-ish hot</div><div>It's His goal, when it's wrong then He'll tell me stop</div><div>If it's too right; well then a few nights</div><div>I stayed up, no sleep, just a heartbeat (what else?)</div><div>And some tear drops; but momma feared not</div><div>I'm comin home</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus 1: Dan Rockett]</div><div>Take me back home to LaGrange</div><div>Walk me down that country lane</div><div>Where the air is clean</div><div>The sun upstairs is calling my naaaaaaaame</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>I mean I just gotta say</div><div>It is the way it is man</div><div>The things have changed</div><div>And not necessarily for the better, you know?</div><div><br /></div><div>They ain't fightin out here no more, no more</div><div>They got guns and they know for, know for</div><div>No hundred G's so dear of course, of course</div><div>Nobody wins in war except the morque</div><div>My hometown is different, from how I remember it</div><div>We never was innocent, but killin is senseless</div><div>The world is a battle zone, not just the Middle East</div><div>Not just big city streets, LaGrange is a little beast</div><div>Still it's my home though, you only get one of those</div><div>I owe it respect no matter what change it undergoes</div><div>Makin the muscles shows, people'll evolve</div><div>For better, for worse, bless and a curse, I need y'all</div><div>So I'm right back here, I swore if I ever left</div><div>I never would return, it feels like I never left</div><div>Never say never, is the lesson</div><div>The destination's the journey in what you make it</div><div>Okay</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus 1]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus 2: Dan Rockett]</div><div>Take me back home to LaGrange</div><div>Walk me down that country lane</div><div>Momma open up your door</div><div>The Southern son is comin home to staaaaaaaay</div><div><br /></div><div>[Instrumental]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus 1]</div><div>[Chorus 2]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Outro: Bubba]</div><div>I'm comin home...</div><div>Comin home</div><div>I said I'm comin home</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-71589403297076329492024-03-01T05:43:00.000-08:002024-03-01T05:43:16.844-08:00Down Yonder lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. I4NI)<div>[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx {I4NI}]</div><div>Big ol' trucks, big ol' guns</div><div>And you can bet yo' ass we don't run (we don't run!)</div><div>I keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads</div><div>Now let me tell ya about where I'm from (where you from boy?)</div><div>{Down yonderrrrr} Down yonder baby</div><div>Where we screamin "eye for an eye" (i-yi-yi)</div><div>{Down yonderrrrr} Down yonder baby</div><div>We don't die, we multiply (i-yi-yi)</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>Yeah, ahh</div><div>We descended from a long line of renegades</div><div>From dirt roads to two lanes to interstates</div><div>From share croppin to coppin them Rocky Ridge trucks</div><div>We came a long way baby, you gotta get up</div><div>The New South, the old struggle, the new hustle</div><div>The money come, if you nurture it you'd do double</div><div>The whiskey flows, we guzzle it, and hunt trouble</div><div>We had a problem I'd let you know it, it wasn't subtle</div><div>We send them big trucks way up in the air</div><div>And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair</div><div>My boys and dem boys really don't compare</div><div>Country boy, city slick, get it anywhere</div><div>Over there, down yonder, no that ain't thunder</div><div>Big block, loud pipes, 808 drummer</div><div>Sour diesel, easin on up out the sunroof</div><div>Coors Light all blue, what it do fool?</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[I4NI]</div><div>Now let me talk to 'em, paint 'em a visual</div><div>They're seein one way not usin they peripherals</div><div>See it how I see it, walk in my shoes</div><div>And if the shoe fits then wear it cause I'm talkin to you!</div><div>Yeah, don't play with them boys, I'm tellin you right now</div><div>It's more than just music, that's really the lifestyle</div><div>Big ol' trucks, replace the hubcaps</div><div>Mickey Thompson tires equipped with the mudflaps (yeah)</div><div>Sittin jacked up, and if you act up</div><div>Big ol' guns, and a whole lot of backup</div><div>So don't pull it 'less you're gonna shoot it</div><div>City slick but still country rooted</div><div>I'm still the undisputed, voice, for them boys down yonder</div><div>All about the family, loyalty and honor</div><div>By any means we defend our perimeter</div><div>Party all night and go have lunch with the senator!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[I4NI]</div><div>Yeah, Chevy sittin high lookin like I'm grave-digger</div><div>Overtime in the game I get paid quicker</div><div>And my people with me, all of them are made figures</div><div>And we don't run, so don't play with us</div><div>Winchester in my window, that's my .30-30</div><div>Better watch what you get into in the dirty-dirty</div><div>We grow a little grass, we have a good time</div><div>We ferment the mash, here have some moonshine</div><div>Fill up your glass, and just sip it slow</div><div>Now do-si-do, if you don't know it this is how it goes</div><div>You grab lil' mama by the hand and just hit the flo'</div><div>And get to movin around, feel it from head to toe (yee-haw!)</div><div>I keep that Lynyrd Skynyrd comin out my stereo</div><div>We good ol' boys, these people know us everywhere we go</div><div>So I be good to 'em, it's I-4-N-I</div><div>Where I reside we don't die, we just multiply</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-45635327896524779732024-03-01T05:42:00.001-08:002024-03-01T05:42:40.032-08:00Devil's Fire lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Daniel Lee)<div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>Some days I'm older than pa, some days I'm 21</div><div>Some days I'm infantile, but that's only when it's fun</div><div>Sometimes I'm momma's baby, sometimes I'm momma's pain</div><div>But I'm always God's son even when I'm inside the flame</div><div>I had to tell Bubba, "Stop fuckin with Andy, please</div><div>You see he's just tryin to live, and salvage what sanity</div><div>is left," every breath is humility versus FUCK y'all</div><div>Strapped on my big boy shit, and stood up tall</div><div>We came a long way from houses with dirt floors</div><div>to country boy turf wars, and this music ain't yours</div><div>All that I got to give 'em is everything that I gave</div><div>But they gave me nothin but pain, respect I have to take!</div><div>And tell me what is fake, I'm fuckin unfamiliar</div><div>Say what I mean, mean what I say, I have a plug to filter</div><div>Perhaps I feel the heat, maybe the flame engulfs me</div><div>But you will not sit on the fence about me, hate or love me!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus: Daniel Lee]</div><div>Standin in the devil's fire</div><div>Loadin up the furnace with black coal</div><div>I'm standin on a tight rope wire</div><div>Over the void that fills my soul</div><div>I'm burnin aliiiiive</div><div>In flames of desire</div><div>I'm standin in the devil's fire...</div><div>I'm standin in the devil's fire...</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>Yeah yeah we all know, I fucked off a shitload</div><div>of money and did mo', dope in a fish hole</div><div>We all know I'm washed up, we all know it's been over</div><div>We know I can't get sober - anything else?</div><div>Oh yeah, Timbaland don't fuck with me no more</div><div>He's fed up with me of course, I still love him, he's my boy</div><div>The only thing I do know on some days is keep goin</div><div>Keep bustin, keep flowin, I'm somebody's hero and</div><div>the great thing about life is as long as you got it you got a</div><div>chance to do somethin about the room full of doubters that's crowded</div><div>I need to know they there, they are so vital to me</div><div>As long as they can boo-hoo, I know that I can do me!</div><div>The warmth of the devil's fire has me come uncovered</div><div>Through it all I call it caused but what it wasn't, was it?</div><div>It keeps me up and runnin, the past is the cold</div><div>The stove's the furnace of my soul, WHOA!</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Daniel Lee]</div><div>Standin in the devil's fire</div><div>Burnin out the soul that bears my shame</div><div>In the kingdom of thieves and liars</div><div>If I could just go back again</div><div>I'm all out of looooove</div><div>And the flame's burnin higher</div><div>I'm standin in the devil's fire...</div><div>I'm standin in the devil's fire...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-26789344728200905502024-03-01T05:42:00.000-08:002024-03-01T05:42:05.304-08:00Wicked World lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dan Rockett)<div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>There's no midnight train, no jet plane</div><div>No speed boat to usher in a hope</div><div>It ain't enough dope in the state of Idaho to make her feel whole</div><div>It ain't a strong enough rope to hold the weight of her soul</div><div>The love in her heart has slowly departed</div><div>and the seeds of her deeds became the loneliest harvest</div><div>She replays those moments like doin it enough</div><div>might somehow change the past and reshape the present</div><div>It was 11:11 on August the 4th</div><div>when the GPS of life forever altered his course</div><div>And all the time machine dreams, and all the remorse</div><div>in this world and forty more, couldn't heal up the sword</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus 2X: Dan Rockett]</div><div>She's livin in a wicked world</div><div>What a wicked world</div><div>She's livin in a wicked world</div><div>What a wicked world she's livin in</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>She just wanted attention</div><div>She was dependent on it cause as a child she was showered with it</div><div>It don't matter how she get it, hit her, or hit her</div><div>with the dick or the fist, her own brother used to try to kiss her</div><div>...Not like on the cheek</div><div>Like at night when she was tryin to sleep</div><div>Maybe she kissed him back on occasion</div><div>She was a real party favor</div><div>You couldn't hardly make her pick one</div><div>Tonight all the boys havin big fun</div><div>But soon the eagerest beaver looks in the mirror and sees her</div><div>Odder this become fun girl fodder, got her</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div><div><br /></div><div>[Bubba Sparxxx]</div><div>She settled down to escape a duplicate of dad</div><div>A quaint suburban pad, and soon the two had had</div><div>their own seed, a reflection of her is full speed</div><div>In the bless it's as if the girl had made a wish</div><div>And God granted it, happiness busy plannin it</div><div>But uh-oh, girl's night, Friday night, she's hammered and</div><div>Thinkin 'bout the fact that she's still only 23</div><div>And plus, Lilly may not really be Billy's, she</div><div>in truth could belong to a multitude of dudes</div><div>More lies to disguise the ugly truth in you</div><div>She goes home to inform them the ensuin storm</div><div>Leaves her and lil' Lilly to momma's</div><div>and poppa's, aww naw, this is hard y'all</div><div>"Can you watch her tonight mom, cause pa's off</div><div>And me and him and Jim and Ben are hittin Nitro</div><div>DJ Tiësto is spinnin, but just tonight though"</div><div>Of course tonight turns into a week with no call</div><div>And then she finally shows up to find her clothes all</div><div>packed up, so is Lilly, and all that dad says</div><div>is "I done raised my kids, that's it"</div><div>So her and Lilly trudge over to pa's crib, but</div><div>he ain't havin it, "Nope, suck a dick slut"</div><div>They crash-landed in Cali as a true train wreck</div><div>You'd think the party was over, but it ain't yet</div><div>Her and Lilly, the queens of the city, day and night</div><div>Don't even sleep, two hearts beat, but it ain't of life</div><div>Then one day Billy calls and he's been contemplatin</div><div>the life he had with his favorite girls, the conversation</div><div>goes well for a spell, but then the chat turns</div><div>to meetin up, gettin somethin to eat, he had earned</div><div>a little extra money workin on the weekends</div><div>"Let me talk to Lilly-bug" - she ain't his really, what?</div><div><br /></div><div>[Chorus]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-73630768118967427712024-01-09T06:23:00.000-08:002024-01-09T06:23:59.235-08:00Bubba Sparxxx other songs:<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtxPdCq9jvGJtQXV7S62zIwcipkU3HMGv5JpYmg9i1M1XpEipRsNDYT35iggNR5qp4AIymKYWF9zvFgDbk5g-wi5q4RVLn2Z1Ba9lB-QqTyXezFVqU57JUS8CEosGXTv5kxDabR-RtL1bg4qiMn5sovO_4WT9mxY1PCZ5yvD0tm2zjzN29Sf9osXBvppg/s626/Bubba%20Sparxxx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="369" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtxPdCq9jvGJtQXV7S62zIwcipkU3HMGv5JpYmg9i1M1XpEipRsNDYT35iggNR5qp4AIymKYWF9zvFgDbk5g-wi5q4RVLn2Z1Ba9lB-QqTyXezFVqU57JUS8CEosGXTv5kxDabR-RtL1bg4qiMn5sovO_4WT9mxY1PCZ5yvD0tm2zjzN29Sf9osXBvppg/s320/Bubba%20Sparxxx.jpg" width="189" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-42715508784566035882024-01-09T06:22:00.000-08:002024-01-09T06:22:23.065-08:00American Strong lyrics - Overtime & Bubba Sparxxx<div>See we may not be right but we ain't doin wrong</div><div>We take it on the chin and keep on rockin every song</div><div>A little bit of country and a little bit of soul</div><div>We're takin our time down a one way road</div><div>Rememberin' our roots how our daddy's made us tough</div><div>We made a bond with buddies we would never give up</div><div>Thinkin bout the days that I wish were never gone</div><div>There's nothin like the feelin of American Strong</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been down, I've been up, I've been through that bullshit</div><div>I've taken my licks and I grew up a tough kid</div><div>See most times I live life real slow like, no popstar</div><div>My life ain't what you think, all I've got, I've worked for</div><div>I'm a good 'ol boy from a good 'ol town, I been shit on but I'm still around</div><div>Wanna beat me, gotta shoot me down</div><div>Cause I ain't never give up you should know it now</div><div>Told the world they gotta fuck with me, cause I'm hotter than fire with gasoline</div><div>Country boy with a city lean, and an outlaw mind if I'm gettin mean</div><div>I've taken time to to reflect a life of the old ways when I learned to fight</div><div>When it was all good to be all wrong, when you fucked up you just made it right</div><div>It's sad today they don't raise em up to be grown men and that's wrong</div><div>Cause where I'm from it's all good to be raised American Strong</div><div><br /></div><div>See we may not be right but we ain't doin wrong</div><div>We take it on the chin and keep on rockin every song</div><div>A little bit of country and a little bit of soul</div><div>We're takin our time down a one way road</div><div>Rememberin' our roots how our daddy's made us tough</div><div>We made a bond with buddies we would never give up</div><div>Thinkin bout the days that I wish were never gone</div><div>There's nothin like the feelin of American Strong</div><div><br /></div><div>Overtime what up baby</div><div>I remember my roots they tellin lies ain't my truth</div><div>To some it might seem minute but them principles I won't dilute</div><div>My boots, still covered in mud, my heart it ain't nothin but love</div><div>This crazy world it does what it does and God up above me I trust</div><div>Must we discuss what's already understood</div><div>America just reflexed, each section of the whole wide worlds rejects</div><div>That's each sex or whatever box he or she checks</div><div>Everything in between every ethnicity, nationality no defect</div><div>Wanna get rid of them folks yours just might be next, just relax</div><div>Every human is human make sure you be strong where he lacks</div><div>And if he backs this candidate you adamantly feel differently</div><div>Just remember ain't either one of them shit to me</div><div><br /></div><div>See we may not be right but we ain't doin wrong</div><div>We take it on the chin and keep on rockin every song</div><div>A little bit of country and a little bit of soul</div><div>We're takin our time down a one way road</div><div>Rememberin' our roots how our daddy's made us tough</div><div>We made a bond with buddies we would never give up</div><div>Thinkin bout the days that I wish were never gone</div><div>There's nothin like the feelin of American Strong</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6663421962721603170.post-45970573740329414792024-01-09T06:21:00.002-08:002024-01-09T06:21:55.528-08:00Country Boy Coolin' lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx<div>I'm thinkin' I'm comin' you better believe (oh yeah)</div><div>The people ain't with us then tell 'em to leave (fuck out of here)</div><div>I'm stackin' my money this time I won't piss it away (no)</div><div>Help me lord to do all the shit that I say</div><div>Any way I'm just coolin' whatcha doin' girl</div><div>Stick a fork in the dork and come to the fort</div><div>'Cause I'm the closest thing to the number one stunna (stunna)</div><div>No country ass would ever dream of seein' run lover</div><div>I'm feelin' out of here (gone) I'm walkin' like a G</div><div>If you ain't talkin' 'bout greatness than don't talk to me</div><div>These guys love to talk, but they ain't fond of doin'</div><div>They fond of suein' and boo hooin' I'm coolin'</div><div><br /></div><div>I know nobody can see me so smothin'</div><div>No stress I'm just country boy coolin'</div><div>Extra special is Whitney she wanna move in</div><div>Uh hu I'm just country boy coolin'</div><div>It's no discussion of drama we just shootin'</div><div>Tell the law I was country boy coolin'</div><div>They talk about me a lot don't mean I'm doin' it</div><div>Yeah man I'm just country boy coolin'</div><div>Country boy country boy country boy coolin'</div><div>Country boy country boy country boy coolin'</div><div>Country boy country boy country boy coolin'</div><div>Country boy coolin'</div><div><br /></div><div>You love me you hate me the truth is a matter of nuttin' (zero)</div><div>I've given I've taken but fuck it the damge is done</div><div>The race isn't over my goal is to finish strong (strong)</div><div>Win and they silent but they shout if I did it wrong (fuck 'em)</div><div>Movin' on hit my phone if it's 'bout [?]</div><div>Besides that a lot of talkin' make my mouth hurt</div><div>And my ears I really must avoid that</div><div>I'll cause anything I get annoyed at</div><div>'Cause I'm coolin' but my partner still [?]</div><div>And loyalty's a tool when such and such we doin' (eh)</div><div>I finally know it, deep in my heart</div><div>That I'm the only one that can see Bubba Sparxxx</div><div><br /></div><div>I know nobody can see me so smothin'</div><div>No stress I'm just country boy coolin'</div><div>Extra special is Whitney she wanna move in</div><div>Uh hu I'm just country boy coolin'</div><div>It's no discussion of drama we just shootin'</div><div>Tell the law I was country boy coolin'</div><div>They talk about me a lot don't mean I'm doin' it</div><div>Yeah man I'm just country boy coolin'</div><div>Country boy country boy country boy coolin'</div><div>Country boy country boy country boy coolin'</div><div>Country boy country boy country boy coolin'</div><div>Country boy coolin'</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0