Yonder Yonder lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Shawn Jay)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Yonder yonder come the thunder
Then they brung the lightning
Bubba huntin' somethin' to plunder
Like a fuckin' viking
I ain't from Minnesota (Huh)
My name ain't Leif Erik (Right)
But I love to tear shit up
So it's cool to be comparin' (It's cool)
And I was country money in that single wide
Just inside 'Bama
Right there where we dag increased the line (Hold up)
These were peaceful times prior to the beats and rhymes
Mix them with the need to shine and drinkin' 'shine
Wooh, Ain't nobody 'sposed to believe in me
Impossible don't happen easily
That's why you don't see it that frequently
Wooh, if words could hurt you woulda murdered me
And no they don't equal the currency
But all of that talkin' might buy you
And all of them fraudulent ballers and bloggers
A coffin I toss in the dirt for free (Yeah)
I'm drinkin' a Heineken currently (Yeah)
I'll take a domestic preferably (Yeah)
But light is the best to me personally (Yeah)
It's finna get ugly, that's word to me (Who)
Adversity is like a dessert to me (Who)
It's finna get ugly, that's word to me
Country money
Yonder yonder
Yonder yonder
Yonder yonder come a Trump load of country money
Yonder yonder
Yonder yonder
Yonder yonder come a fuck load of country money
Yonder yonder country money comin' fast
Yonder yonder country money whoppin' ass
Yonder yonder country money millionaires
Yonder yonder country country money money
The country is money the money is country boys
They come from the countries I don't know
Who was it just thump me
Bubba's so country and Bubba's so money
But I can recall when it wasn't so sunny
Wasn't no money but it was mo' country
Money inside of my momma's big tummy than every bank in Montgomery
Wooh, every bank in Montgomery
A lil' ways back up stream in LaGrange of G-A
A special thing was coming, couldn't pluck nothing or sing
But he created a lane and he became a king
Country money
Yonder yonder
Yonder yonder
Yonder yonder come a Trump load of country money
Yonder yonder
Yonder yonder
Yonder yonder come a fuck load of country money
Yonder yonder country money comin' fast
Yonder yonder country money whoppin' ass
Yonder yonder country money millionaires
Yonder yonder country country money money
[Shawn Jay:]
I'm in a [?] traffic and blocks
And I'm strapped packin' that Glock
If you try me, myself and I then we go Snap, Crackle and Pop
I got the shit out the mud
Rappin' and trappin' and stackin', they in the dirt
Stoppin' me that's impossible like Porky Pig rappin' a Twista verse
I'm James Brown in the hot tub, Rick James with the white girl
I'm down at shows with a new Beamer
Got soul food like shoe cleaner
Never been like a city slicker
I mean cool, don't believe they hype
I'm different, yeah they proper
They say bite, we say bite
I just need to beep and spaz on 'em
I go wild on the track on 'em
I feel like I'm the Incredible Hulk with the Jim Carrey mask on 'em
I feel like can't nobody really see me
But they feel me, like wind
Bubba my buddy
What you can't tell, he just real real real light skinned
Grew up on UGK ballin' G, OutKast, Field Mob rip shit (Legends)
David Banner, Dirty boys, Pastor Troy, Unplugged, Big K.R.I.T
This dick make your bitch trip
Even though she talkin' to me on a cordless phone
Got her on her knees like she Colin Kaepernick before she give me George Dome
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Come Outside lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
Money, money, money, yeah
Been in the house for too long
It's time to come outside
What happened dog, what happened dog
Is my ass got tired
Won't slap out, won't tape out
That's not how I'm wired
Well fuck that, and fuck you
It's time to come outside (Side)
When I come outside, it gon' be country boy country boy
When I come outside, I'mma be Tonka Toy
When I come outside, I'mma be country boy, comma boy
When I come outside (Hey)
When I come outside (Hey)
I'mma just sit up, I'mma just get up
I'mma pick all this shit up (Pick it up)
Anybody owe me gettin' hit up
Okay it's time to get it up (Get up)
Everything gettin' lit up
Girl let your pretty titties sit up (Sit up sit up)
Me and every single bit of negative energy finna get split up, bye
I come outside when I come outside
Your mouth ain't tired well I know it's close
Okey dokey your motorboatin' son of a bitch, you 'sposed to know
A giant sleep, let him stay sleep
Fill up that creek way deep, one eye open hopin' they creep
Flip that switch soon as they leap (Woo)
They keep playin' I keep prayin' Lord please help me stay in (Please)
A sane mind frame each day no matter what he or she's sayin' (Uh)
And with no delayin' yeah that boy Bubba K comin' outside
They try hard to hate, regardless we ate
I just can't plague my mind (No)
Been in the house for too long
It's time to come outside
What happened dog, what happened dog
Is my ass got tired
Won't slap out, won't tape out
That's not how I'm wired
Well fuck that, and fuck you
It's time to come outside (Side)
When I come outside, it gon' be country boy country boy
When I come outside, I'mma be Tonka Toy
When I come outside, I'mma be country boy, comma boy
When I come outside, when I come outside
When I come outside (Hey)
When I come outside (Hey)
Uh, country boy, comma boy
Always be momma's boy (Momma)
Pain is one thing you will not avoid
Sufferin' sucks but I promise you got a choice (Yup yup)
They make a lot of noise, but they ain't got a voice
You got earn that (Earn it)
It ain't just gon' visit, you gotta go get it
Like "Bitch, where my turn at?"
Been a long time since I heard facts that actually were facts
Or since I observed acts that stood up like
"Look bra, I got my words back"
That's real world facts, if you ain't pure as that
You can have your words back
'Cause I don't like, I don't like, no I don't like how your words at
I know you heard that, now let's take this act
Outside, summer time, make money time
Don't that sound about right?
Know you heard that, let's take this act
Outside, summer time, make money time
That sound 'bout right?
Been in the house for too long
It's time to come outside
What happened dog, what happened dog
Is my ass got tired
Won't slap out, won't tape out
That's not how I'm wired
Well fuck that, and fuck you
It's time to come outside (Side)
When I come outside, it gon' be country boy country boy
When I come outside, I'mma be Tonka Toy
When I come outside, I'mma be country boy, comma boy
When I come outside, when I come outside
When I come outside (Hey)
When I come outside (Hey)
Don't Needa Reason lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Bezz Believe)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I don't needa reason
To be a heathen
I'll do it just 'cause I'm breathin'
They'll bust you for treason
Just for believin'
In a lil' somethin' that's decent (Hey)
It's such an achievement
For me to be up in here amongst you this evenin' (Hey)
I'm stuck in between
Wanting to leave
And fuck it, let's jump in the deep end (Turn it, turn it)
I just be me, what a relief
One in the gun rack and one on the seat
Location attached when do you wanna meet?
But they don't want that
No they just want to tweet
It's 2018 and it's okay with me
But clearly my G you are totally sweet
I know you accustomed to holding the D
But here you go buddy boy
Just hold this defeat
Controlling the beat, thinkin' 'bout drinkin' a beer
Thinkin' about drinkin' eleven or twelve
All by myself I'm just makin' it clear
Genuine they can appear
Fakin' and make it for years
Takin' and takin' 'til it is revealed
The pain is severe
But I promise you that is just dangerous here, bitch
I don't needa reason
I don't needa reason
I don't needa reason
I don't needa ah, don't need a ah
I don't needa, don't needa, don't needa
[Bezz Believe:]
Don't needa reason
You best believe
I made myself a walkin' money machine
Saggin' my jeans, fresh and so clean
A couple of gees to spit a sixteen
Tired of runnin' circles through these rappers
Say you runnin' but you walkin' backwards
Grab the purple then I burn it backwards
Heavy Chevy swervin' through the back woods
Big ass crib on the West Coast
Ducked off in the country (Ducked off)
Bubba Sparxxx with me
So you know the flow comin' super Ugly (What up Bubba?)
Crowd surfin' in a pair of Nike boots and a Polo rugby
Loud pack fulla orange hair
Like motherfuckin' Chucky (Woooh, oh)
Sippin' that Fiji
Hopped in the booth then I make it look easy
Jumpin' on the magic mushrooms like Mario and Luigi
Outta my mind
Don't even think about crossin' the line
Corbitt's so fast they can race against time
Take off the top like I'm Optimus Prime
Believe that
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I don't needa reason
I don't needa reason
I don't needa reason
I don't needa ah, don't need a ah
I don't needa, don't needa, don't needa
I Got It lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. KO McCoy)
Wasn't nobody
'Cept somebody tryna be somebody (Somebody)
Wasn't nobody
'Cept somebody tryna be somebody (Somebody)
I don't want nobody
I don't need nobody
I got it
I don't want nobody
I don't need nobody
I got it
(Lil' bitch) One time for the big dog
Two times for the big shit happenin' in his yard
Three times for the bone
Four for the bowl
Hold what you own, it gets hard
Probably bark at a lil' bitch
Yes ma'am I could use a hand scratch from this itch
Comin' up big in a pinch
And woo woo, come on with the good news
Dammit old man, these bitches wanna dance like Footloose
Always tried to be a good dude
Grew up in the woods
And I jumped off the bus in the hood
And I got my ass jumped too
Got worked by some dudes with nowhere to run to
Cracker whatchu gon' do?
Ooh, we all gon' die but I ain't in no hurry
Got me a pit-bull that'll hold thirty
And barkin' and bite at the same time
When they try to take mine, any time no worries
No sleep and my vision's so blurry
I knew what was occurin'
Try to pick me off with a triple-cross
And it woulda been a loss but I peeped it so early
Didn't walk ole Murray
Shoulda boomed sooner on some cowboy shit
Now it's time to tighten up
Hell yeah they bitin' us
Tell 'em down boy sit
I don't enjoy shit but I'mma enjoy this
Aye, I wonder where a rich boy is
Come I'mma throw some double d's on her
Then I'mma breeze on her
She just need a bit more tense
She can eat more dick, she can sweep more shit
Either way she won't be more lit
Then be more lit in the summer time
Right up by the harbor I'mma order crab cakes a hundred times
Underline
Hell naw you can't be more lit
Talkin' be more lit
Summer time, water front, sunshine
What a time
I got it
Wasn't nobody
'Cept somebody tryna be somebody
Wasn't nobody
'Cept somebody tryna be somebody (Somebody)
I don't want nobody
I don't need nobody
I got it
I don't want nobody
I don't need nobody
I got it
(Okay)
Lil' bitch I got it
Lil' bitch I got it
Don't worry lil' bitch I got it
This it, you not it
This it, you not it
So sorry lil' bitch you not it
(Lil' bitch)
Lil' bitch I got it
Lil' bitch I got it
Don't worry lil' bitch I got it
This it, you not it
This it, you not it
So sorry lil' bitch you not it
(Lil' bitch)
Bubba got me comin' out
Spittin' lines, writin' bars and shit
Had to think about it first
Tryna be all fair, sweet, nice and shit
But some of these bitches still owe me
Talk about me now, bitch
You can have that nigga I was done with 'em
'Cause he cum too quick
Tell your mans he still owes me
A nigga asked if I had surgery
Whoa my nigga you don't know me
Bend over now? I mean ex-curz me?
You look worried now 'cause you heard me
Out here running laps like I'm Kobe
Mulatto bitch in a hurry
'Cause I'm shootin' threes like Steph Curry
I said swish
Wasn't nobody
'Cept somebody tryna be somebody
Wasn't nobody
'Cept somebody tryna be somebody (Somebody)
I don't want nobody
I don't need nobody
I got it
I don't want nobody
I don't need nobody
I got it
(Okay)
Lil' bitch I got it
Lil' bitch I got it
Don't worry lil' bitch I got it
This it, you not it
This it, you not it
So sorry lil' bitch you not it
(Lil' bitch)
Lil' bitch I got it
Lil' bitch I got it
Don't worry lil' bitch I got it
This it, you not it
This it, you not it
So sorry lil' bitch you not it
(Lil' bitch)
The Real Real lyrics - Los Ghost & Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Los Ghost)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
(Cockin', strollin’)
It's like when you in a hole
(Cockin', strollin’)
You just wanna fuckin' climb outta that bitch
But you can't do it all in one day
Just gotta go to work
(Real real, real real)
Uh
Bitch, call it a come back
Please call it some dumb shit
Type your lil' emojis
That shit don't run shit
Keep talkin', I love it
Motivates and inspires
Won't let me get tired
Fuck your whole entire
Bloodline, not one time
Two times, not three times
More like sixteen times
Your blood couldn't be mine
Divine in design
Kinfolk with that red dirt
If he’s a man in my network
He ain’t scared of that sweat work
Probably make your head hurt
Dirty up your best shirt
Probably make your ex flirt
Ex twerk, ex slurp, ex squirt, expert excerpts
Yes sir I kept words
Stayed down got back up
Tough times not that tough
In God got that trust
In me got that trust
Game on, not tractors
Stayed down, got back up
Tough times not that tough
In God got that trust
In me got that trust
I don't even know how I did it
Just put my head on that pillow one night
And pictured me with it
I’m cockin'
I don't even know how it happened
Just went to work every day
Then one day I was back in this bitch
Strollin'
Cockin’, strollin' (Strollin')
Cockin', strollin' (Strollin')
Cockin' and strollin', rockin' and rollin'
'Til y'all bitches is knowin' the real real
Real, real
[Los Ghost:]
Underestimated underrated
Under paid, underdog
Middle finger, fuck all of y'all
I'm killin' shit, holocaust
If rap don't work, I'm back to dealin' shit
Like a dealership
'Cause I'mma ball
Work relationship, win the championship
Like a doctor, I'm on call
They don't want us to prosper
[?] crack up, they not us
But no, no, they want me to quit
I said hell no I ain't done enough
Like some suds I will bubble up
Fuck the season, I'mma double up
Life's a bitch but I'm in love with her
Life's a bitch but I'm in love with her
Chasin' my dreams 'til the end of time
Head on my pillow, the world is mine
AP a rollie, yeah in my time
Checkered flag at the finish line
Came from the dirt now we on the grind
[?]
Tell me the difference, [?] stupid ass
Timing is everything stupid ass
For my kids I'mma go and get it
[?] and I'm feelin' shitty
Don't feel sorry, I don't want your pity
Got a nann dollar, got a nann penny
This is God plan man, don't forget it
This is God plan damn, don't forget it
Countin' every dollar and every penny
This is God plan man, don't forget it
Ghost
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I don't even know how I did it
Just put my head on that pillow one night
And pictured me with it
I'm cockin'
I don't even know how it happened
Just went to work every day
Then one day I was back in this bitch
Strollin'
Cockin', strollin' (Strollin')
Cockin', strollin' (Strollin')
Cockin' and strollin', rockin' and rollin'
'Til y'all bitches is knowin' the real real
Real, real
Lyin' 2 Self lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Cub Da CookUpBoss)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Uh huh uh huh
When it's time to go to work, it's time to go to work
No matter what's going on in your life
You know what' I'm sayin'?
That's right
Whether the money's up or the money's down
Bubba ain't fuckin' around
When it come to constructin' the sounds
Take me a couple of nouns
And put 'em to work with the verbs
Bloody murder alert
We ain't from the city, we ain't from the burbs
We come from the dirt of this Earth
I skert and I skert (skeeert)
Too scared to be scared
So what have you heard?
This dead in the dirt
What I have heard is nothin' but fuckin' words
Discussion of such occurrences, none of which has occurred (Nada)
I'm not disturbed, I'm undeterred
Just shut up and put in the work
I beg the Lord forgive me please but never step foot in a church
Life it hurts, of course why wouldn't it hurt
We get it how we live but some stuff you just couldn't've worked
Run it up, runnin' around
I done rocked hundreds of towns
Sometimes my name it was up in the lights
Sometimes it was none to be found
Sometimes it was love in the crowds
Sometimes it was thunderous sounds when I departed the stage
Sometimes it was hardly the case
If I said I ain't lost a lot then I'd be lyin' to myself
I said I never felt forgot and I was lyin' to myself
If I say stoppin' is an option though I'm lyin' to myself
So you try and then you failed, it ain't worth lyin' to yourself
And if you think you fuckin' with me you just lyin' to yourself
Think I forgot the way you did me, dog you lyin' to yourself
You think a bitch is something in me, naw you lyin' to yourself
I done died and went to hell when I'm lyin' to myself
Look right at yourself, and lie to yourself
I can admit it, I done tried it as well
You tried it and failed I betcha that I can prevail
'Cause if at first I don't succeed, I'm tryin' it twelve
Or a hundred and twelve
'Til I'm punchin' myself up under the jail
What in the hell?
How come nobody told me that the homie
Most of the time, won't be the homie, when I need a homie
But homie, thought you was my
That's when he told me the jokin' was on me
See the one I blew kisses to first when I did it to
Wasn't just blowin' me only
Not just that, she blowin' the homie
Man this love shit is phony baloney
I'm only fifteen, I ain't supposed to be totally lonely
And that's when mama reminded me
All of the times that she told me that people would lie to me
She wouldn't lie to me, nah, I'ma just lie to me
If I said I ain't lost a lot then I'd be lyin' to myself
I said I never felt forgot and I was lyin' to myself
If I say stoppin' is an option though I'm lyin' to myself
So you try and then you failed, it ain't worth lyin' to yourself
And if you think you fuckin' with me you just lyin' to yourself
Think I forgot the way you did me, dog you lyin' to yourself
You think a bitch is something in me, naw you lyin' to yourself
I done died and went to hell when I'm lyin' to myself
[Cub Da CookUpBoss:]
Heard you pussies want some of my time just get in line
Everything I got I took it or earned it, so it's mine
Heard you suckas tryna hate on Cook
'Cause I scooped your chain
And you niggas rap basic as mud
I make the shit you talk hard to sell
'Cause I give it to 'em raw
When your eyes got a vinegar smell
I hopes that bar didn't go over your head
'Cause I'm on another level playin' for keeps
Breathin' the dead
See all that cappin', hope your being is right
I'm on stage gettin' paid and I just learned how to hold the mic
They say CUB loc ain't no gangsta
Well, tell 'em I aim and fuck what they think
I live at the bank or shoot in it
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
If I said I ain't lost a lot then I'd be lyin' to myself
I said I never felt forgot and I was lyin' to myself
If I say stoppin' is an option though I'm lyin' to myself
So you try and then you failed, it ain't worth lyin' to yourself
And if you think you fuckin' with me you just lyin' to yourself
Think I forgot the way you did me, dog you lyin' to yourself
You think a bitch is something in me, naw you lyin' to yourself
I done died and went to hell when I'm lyin' to myself
Ain't Shit Changed lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dusty Leigh & K.O Mccoy)
[Dusty Leigh:]
Ain't nothing ever promised in this world
Ain't shit changed
Dirty money never gets sterile
Ain't shit changed
Run circles round y'all sittin' still
Ain't shit changed
Real always recognize real
Ain't shit changed
(It's all about the Benjamins baby
You know it's all about the Benjamins baby
Know it's all about the Benjamins baby
You know it's all about the Benjamins baby)
[KO McCoy:]
I'm talkin' quarter million stuffed up in the ceiling
I been workin' takin' trips to places you ain't never heard of
I deserved it
Had people plotted on me, I was nervous
They was lurkin', probably certain
I was almost at my end, it was curtains
That bullshit don't phase me
Shade don't pay me
A lot of marinating in the mud
That's what made me
A lot of betrayal but my blood made me crazy
A betrayal by my best friend probably saved me
Once upon a time I was broke and imaginin'
Made my first dollar, butterflies in my abdomen
Livin' like a fairy tale, money goin' round
Through my circle like a Ferris wheel
Hatin' never served me well
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, say that
My Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday is a pay day
I keep a bad bitch to crash in, yeah mayday
So ain't shit changed but my lady motherfucker, ah
[Dusty Leigh:]
Ain't nothing ever promised in this world
Ain't shit changed
Dirty money never gets sterile
Ain't shit changed
Run circles round y'all sittin' still
Ain't shit changed
Real always recognize real
Ain't shit changed
(It's all about the Benjamins baby
You know it's all about the Benjamins baby
Know it's all about the Benjamins baby
You know it's all about the Benjamins baby)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Ain't shit changed 'cept for everythang
Either you growin' or you dyin', it's a scary thang
Sometimes I'm growin' but I'm knowin' I won't ever change
Sometimes I'm dyin' but I'm tryin' not to settle man
Tell him man, this the big dawg here man
Got you a set of big balls, let 'em hang
See the fifty bars with y'all, where the game?
This that country boy drip dawg, left a stain
The pressure came, the more pressure came
Supplied to y'all by old what's his name
Back again with a whole fresher thang
Think you gon' be runnin' him? Ho, guess again
I can't think 'til I make a drank
I make bank on another level they can't
They make fake dank, you know wink wink
Pulled up and made the skank thank thank
[Dusty Leigh:]
Ain't nothing ever promised in this world
Ain't shit changed
Dirty money never gets sterile
Ain't shit changed
Run circles round y'all sittin' still
Ain't shit changed
Real always recognize real
Ain't shit changed
(It's all about the Benjamins baby
You know it's all about the Benjamins baby
Know it's all about the Benjamins baby
You know it's all about the Benjamins baby)
Oh Yeah lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Scramn)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh hell yeah, Bubba hell yeah
So, who's coming with me?
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Come on, come on
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh hell yeah, oh hell yeah (Let's go)
I'm back in the mud yet again
So let the fun fuckin' begin
I might drink nineteen cold beers
Come on, come on
And oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh hell yeah, oh hell yeah (Let's go)
I'm comfortable under my skin
If lovin' yourself is a sin (Yeah)
The flame me raw I don't care
Good ole good ole Bubba
You know he don't want no trouble (No)
But if you don't like me, show me your wife
And most likely we gon' cuddle (Yeah)
But I'm just playin'
Really, truthfully I'm just sayin' (What?)
That you should go out of your way
To make me your friend, it's a beautiful day (Yeah where?)
Middle ten, I settled in and I went on in (I did)
I'm a big ole kid, with a big ole grin
And you still won't hear I quit (Never)
I stayed this long, I stayed this strong
But the hate is strong also (Oh yeah)
I think it's wrong they think I'm wrong
Just play this song, y'all hoes
And y'all know I persevere longer than nearly every person here
Was a country boy when I first appeared
And for fifteen imperfect years
But I won't stay all stagnated
With your same song every man made it
Forty times, same boring lines
You can't hate it, country bitch
Come on, come on
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh hell yeah, oh hell yeah (Let's go)
I'm back in the mud yet again
So let the fun fuckin' begin
I might drink nineteen cold beers
Come on, come on
And oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh hell yeah, oh hell yeah (Let's go)
I'm comfortable under my skin
If lovin' yourself is a sin
The flame me raw I don't care
[Scramn:]
Oh yeah, haters back
Who's mistake was that?
Where my haters at?
Jelly play it back
Watch me slay the track
Oh yeah, oh yeah
I done made some stacks
Blew it, made it back
What you think of that?
Raise the bar, where we drinkin' at?
Hold up, where's we parked?
At the trailer park
Double parked, after dark
Me and Bubba Sparxxx
That's when trouble starts
Like the weed
Pour a drink up
Knock it back at lightening speed
I can see she got double d's
Oh yeah, lucky me
Oh yeah
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Come on, come on
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh hell yeah, oh hell yeah (Let's go)
I'm back in the mud yet again
So let the fun fuckin' begin
I might drink nineteen cold beers
Come on, come on
And oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh hell yeah, oh hell yeah (Let's go)
I'm comfortable under my skin
If lovin' yourself is a sin
The flame me raw I don't care
Come on, come on
When It All Goes Down lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Rayza The Kid & Demun Jones)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Much love when it all goes down
Toast up when it all goes down
Clear eyes when it all goes down
Full heart when it all goes down
I ain't plant my flag, give it all I have
Man, how the hell y'all gon' sound?
No fake shit, whatever y'all on now
Be on it when it all goes down, down, down
I remember bein' tired of livin' but I still don't wanna die (Die)
Really I just wanna fly (Fly)
Picture me, myself, and I floatin' through the sky
I never even told 'em goodbye (Goodbye)
Good try, good lie, coulda ate the whole pie
Instead I spit it 'bout 59 times (Damn)
Just livin' for the moment and a friend of mine climbs
In the winners circle right beside mine
Young king, young queen just turned 18, what a dumb dream
But I'm livin' walkin' proof you can turn the thing into one thing, only to something
But what seems like so much fuckin'
So it comes a very fucked up scene
A whole life wasted is just obscene
But if it all goes down show me what love means, come clean
Much love when it all goes down
Toast up when it all goes down
Clear eyes when it all goes down
Full heart when it all goes down
I ain't plant my flag, give it all I have
Man, how the hell y'all gon' sound?
No fake shit, whatever y'all on now
Be on it when it all goes down, down, down
[Rayza The Kid:]
So it's money every time somebody dies
All the ones who had a grudge be the first ones to cry bitch
I got it from the mud, stand tall on my pride
Keep my kids livin' good, only job I ever applied
If I had to give my last request, don't ever cash a check until it's wrote
And you should live it like you lose it 'cause tomorrow never has to come
Don't be an ass, better pass the love
And never die with knowledge you haven't told
'Cause somebody in the world wishin' they was in the casket too
And any help could in fact be useful
And that grass ain't greener, keep your ass in school
Don't put me on the t-shirt, you can blast my music
Roll the reefer, reminisce and cool it
Leave no regrets and always eat the truth
When it all goes down you can see me through this
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Much love when it all goes down
Toast up when it all goes down
Clear eyes when it all goes down
Full heart when it all goes down
I ain't plant my flag, give it all I have
Man, how the hell y'all gon' sound?
No fake shit, whatever y'all on now
Be on it when it all goes down, down, down
[Demun Jones:]
Where I started at
How could I forget to pray every day?
I'm so confident
And that's not a compliment
I'm just scared of fallin' back (Back)
Where the places and playmates await
Because I done ran a lap
And I don't want no more of that
But if you leave a message I'll call you back
When my old self re-awakes
If I can hold the phone without catchin' shakes
And my mind hand-eye coordinates and we can chat
Clear the air about way back (Way back)
Handshake and hug the way brothers should
Closure comes without payback (Payback)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Much love when it all goes down
Toast up when it all goes down
Clear eyes when it all goes down
Full heart when it all goes down
I ain't plant my flag, give it all I have
Man, how the hell y'all gon' sound?
No fake shit, whatever y'all on now
Be on it when it all goes down, down, down
Same Damn Bub lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
It's the same damn Bub
It's the same damn, it's the same damn Bub
It's the same damn Bub
It's the same damn, it's same damn
It's the same damn Bub
Man who the hell you think that was
Same one you hated on but he gave back love
Yeah use you for a minute then trade back up (then trade back up)
It's the same damn Bub
Tryin' bum a little change back up
Went in way past deep no I came back up
Pours them Tittos in it I'll drink that cup (I'll drink that up)
It's the same damn Bub
Every now and then you may slack up
When I'm on my shit though they can't match up
Thinkin' I'ma have to call the ol' haystack up (call haystack up)
It's the same damn Bub
Y'all talkin' whatcha think that does
Loud enough to make a sleepin' giant wake back up
Talk 'bout me so much man ain't that love (I think that's love)
It's the same damn Bub
Man what color you gon' paint that truck
'88 Silverado that I may jack up
Right now I'm just tryin' to get it crank back up (get it crank back up)
It's the same damn Bub
I ain't comin' to your lame mans club
I don't participate in that fake rap stuff
Thanks no thanks I ain't tryin' to make that bluff (tryin' to make that bluff)
It's the same damn Bub
I've been drinkin' but I ain't that buzzed
Sometimes worse people make great actors
Keep your ass away from me with that fake ass love (that fake ass love)
It's the same damn Bub
This is fun but it ain' that fun
Once down real bands 'til I made that one turn
They end up on they ass yeah I came back one (yeah I came back one)
It's the same damn Bub
It's the same damn Bub
It's the same damn, it's the same damn, it's the same damn Bud
It's the same damn Bub
It's the same damn, it's the same damn, it's the same damn Bud
Ghost lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
Ain't interested in the story
Just can't wait to be a hater
Facts ain't that important
They can fantasize something greater
They really doing you a favor
If it motivates you to go
We demonstrate it up close
They looking like they seen a ghost
I'm just vibing in the country
In Georgia next to Alabama
Ain't non of y'all gotta love me
Me and god we got it handled
Dedicate them a toast
They looking like they seen a ghost
They looking like they seen a ghost
They looking like they seen a (woo!)
I don't operate in fantasy
Wait and see it ain't a plan to me
Go right now is what it have to be
I'm way too late for moving casually
Phony people used to sadden me
Now I'm looking at'em happily
Pondering just how mad at me
Mama would be if that was me
I drink a beer and to hell with it
They forgot to put the last nail in it
Build one more and put yourself in it
Let me know if you need some help with it
Money don't do loyalty
Pretty women know hunger pains
Bible won't pay lawyer fees
Everybody don't love the same
When you win that's whats his name
Lose again there old whats his name
Can't expect no other thing
Bet we still get it (woo!)
Ain't interested in the story
Just can't wait to be a hater
Facts ain't that important
They can fantasize something greater
They really doing you a favor
If it motivates you to go
We demonstrate it up close
They looking like they seen a ghost
I'm just vibing in the country
In Georgia next to Alabama
Ain't non of y'all gotta love me
Me and god we got it handled
Dedicate them a toast
They looking like they seen a ghost
They looking like they seen a ghost
They looking like they seen a
You know the procedure
I pull up in either the Chevy or maybe the Chevrolet
Chopping them mickey's
I ran out of hickey's and Nicki's
And now I want every Desirae
Guess you could say I'ma celebrate
Everyday but you would never say
"that Bubba Mathis got caught up again
And then lost all the shit he worked hard for again"
If I told you it's the 4th of July
On Valentines Day you would know it's a lie
But someone can tell you
That they'll never fail you
And try to derail you
And want you to die, why?
Can't call it, maybe you was ballin and they saw it
Had a gaping hole in they wallet
And you ain't picking up when they callin, callin
Damn, you lookin at me like you seen a ghost (woo!)
Don't ask me what's up with no Timbaland either
We really friends but ain't enemies neither
If I was on fire and he was the fireman
Wouldn't ask him for piss from his urethra
That ain't a diss, no it's just how it is
Regardless forever, I'm brothers keeper (come on)
Ain't interested in the story
Just can't wait to be a hater
Facts ain't that important
They can fantasize something greater
They really doing you a favor
If it motivates you to go
We demonstrate it up close
They looking like they seen a ghost
I'm just vibing in the country
In Georgia next to Alabama
Ain't non of y'all gotta love me
Me and god we got it handled
Dedicate them a toast
They looking like they seen a ghost
They looking like they seen a ghost
They looking like they seen a
First step is completed
Got people believing
That he no longer is breathing
His mama wasn't grieving
She always thought Sparxxx was a heathen
The thought of him gone is relieving
The same goes for Kiki, his pops, and Big Steve
The only one possibly even
A little bit hurt is a dope peddler
Cause the calls he will not be receiving
Proceeding a couple of seasons
The second step is the legend decreed it
It's fall, all the leaves is seizing
Towards death on the trees
And the cycle forever repeated
The past is gone you can never retrieve it
It's better to leave it
Resting in peace or pieces
Cause spring brings a new breed of creature
Ghost
Y. G. M. F. U. lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Yelawolf)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
My shits the most important shit
In the whole world, it's mine of course it is
The more I ponder it, the more it gets
More and more important til' i done distorted it
Out of proportion, loss of coordinates
Help me Lord, 'fore I fall and scorch in it
Orbiting, around the pulpit
Gravity pulls to bullshit, what if?
What if? Grandma had balls
She'd been Grandpa, might of ran off
With the neighbor lady Mammary Mable
That was a label since back in grade school
Short story long, do it wrong
And being done wrong
Happens, moving on
And going on til you get it going
Get in, roll the window down
Lets get it rolling
[Yelawolf:]
Hold in my problems
Inside this cigarette
Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet
I bought me a bottle
And I put that shit to rest
I ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway
Wooahhh wooahhhh
You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
Wooahhh wooahhhh
You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Hop in, pull off, pull up, jump out
I know, what the
Fuss is about
Life's hard, it ain't nothing to doubt
Sucker punch in the nuts and the mouth
I can give it out, take it as well
Maybe cancels out my reservation in hell
Bubba talks, but don't always listen
His minds hard to find
But the heart ain't missing
Eventually, ignorance blends in to wisdom
All my former women friends too many to mention
Always bitchin' bout how I didn't give em attention
I get it but admit it girl the dick was tremendous (Woahh!!)
Still tremendous, energy's endless
But today that ridin' dirty shit, isn't a business
So I'm a finish the sentence and blow it out
Good riddance, the Chevy is rolling out
[Yelawolf:]
Hold in my problems
Inside this cigarette
Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet
I bought me a bottle
And I put that shit to rest
I ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway
Wooahhh wooahhhh
You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
Wooahhh wooahhhh
You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Bubba baby
Quintuple the trouble baby
Am I crazy?
A bunch a 'Yes''s a couple 'Maybe''s
Underpay me, overwork me
It won't convert me
To a bitter
Quitter at ten years over thirty
Both deserving and so unworthy
I'm pretty much
Everythang, that's anything
Is it enough?
To fill ya up, is too much?
To recollect
How hungry you was in the country
Redder neck
Bigger debt
The only thing there is to regret
Pack a cigarettes
Near the Chevy remember yet?
It's a bet, a mental picture of it is kept
In the heart of my intellect
Let's roll up
[Yelawolf:]
Hold in my problems
Inside this cigarette
Smoke you right up out my Chevrolet
I bought me a bottle
And I put that shit to rest
I ain't trying to ride dirty like that anyway
Wooahhh wooahhhh
You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
Wooahhh wooahhhh
You got me fucked up, You got me fucked up
Handle That lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
I been done talk mine
Been done walk through it
I've been done turn that country shit up y'all knew it
We all was conflicted I grip mine and got it in
Era of no fake shit what so ever is what I was in
Sittin' on them Mickey Thompsons when there wasn't no country rap
Just an ol' boy from La Grange tryin' ascertain where the money's at
Uhh got me a bunch of that
Fuck it up and as a matter of fact
'bout time to get some more
Hey Yela dog let's handle that
That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up
I'm gonna handle that
What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough
No handle that
Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac
Got 'em talkin' they mad at that
Keep it up we gonna handle that
That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up
I'm gonna handle that
What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough
No handle that
Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac
Got 'em talkin' they mad at that
Keep it up we gonna handle that
I was raised up in La Grange Georgia
Down there I'm Jimmy's boy
I can redneck with the best yet
I throw chrome on any toy (yeah)
Shine up that Silverado
Cake mud on a '69
Yeah it said Chevelle what the hell
Difference is that bitch is mine
Get in line it's a long one
If you gonna say you gone whoop me
But it ain't one that actually go do the shit they so pussy
I just wanna drink a beer and where the line maybe it gets sloppy
Not get bothered by anybody
This is probably a lot to be askin' for
It to just happen because people are mad and that is a fact
But where are the women that's eager not timid
It is much simpler I'm handling that
[?] American and it ain't better than
But someone tell them Bubba Mathis is back
Actually here for the first time
I'm comin' for mine and we handlin' that
That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up
I'm gonna handle that
What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough
No handle that
Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac
Got 'em talkin' they mad at that
Keep it up we gonna handle that
That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up
I'm gonna handle that
What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough
No handle that
Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac
Got 'em talkin' they mad at that
Keep it up we gonna handle that
I'm comin' to get it immediately
If you think I can't get it then we disagree
You're skeptical and there's reasons to be
But one thing about it we [?] to see
You think that you know but I know what you think
And it don't resemble the thinkin' of me
Many of you seem to be stuck between dreamin' and thinkin' some fesable shit
I'm keepin' it Carhart clean
I'm Mossy Oak mean
Yeah boy we like it dirty we love the mud that's how we gon' lean
Yeah boy that bird dog point
The big dog's eat
Got my gun my bow it's everything season
Full name Bubba K. Mathis
My [?] handle that
What ever that happens to be
Wherever that happens at
I'm a southern boy with some rebels ways ain't never needed a flag for that
The only white hood that I put on is the mobile home habitat
Imagine that buddy and accept that as a fact
This ain't no cracker jack magic act
Like how a white girls ass is fat
Only 'cause a doctor added that padded that
No roots go smashin' that
Somebody told daddy that
He said [?] you [?]
Noose out gon' handle that that that
That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up
I'm gonna handle that
What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough
No handle that
Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac
Got 'em talkin' they mad at that
Keep it up we gonna handle that
That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up
I'm gonna handle that
What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough
No handle that
Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac
Got 'em talkin' they mad at that
Keep it up we gonna handle that
Put In Work lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Yelawolf)
[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
Ain't No Way lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
The only time is the craziest, when I'm with my baby
I got me a good one, but still, girl, you gon' get this whoopin'
If you love my crazy, then I love your crazy already
Long as you love me all night you could hate me all day
B-U-BB-to the-A and this just how I'm rockin'
Classic, see heavy Chevelle, in the whip, down the block, on the block
People, they no longer people and evil is legal
And tomorrow could be me, could be you
They gon' try hard to blow my day
But they won't blow my day
I'm only here for a little while
And I'm gon' enjoy my stay
They gon' try hard so I pray
Stand up and go on my way
The whole damn world's gone wild
It's okay, you know what I say, oh
You know what I say? I say it ain't no way
It ain't no way I'ma slow down
Not now, it ain't no way
Oh, it ain't no way, nah nah, it ain't no way
It ain't no way I'ma fold now
Not now, it ain't no way, oh, woo
Full speed ahead, I don't know how to put in reverse
No matter how much it hurts, I just put in that work
I put in my heart and my soul and my guts and my nuts
But going all in and then winnin' is such a big rush
They clap when you comin', I'm standin' all day when you plumbin'
They make it up to discuss it, I come through to numb it
It's just a mirage, you thought that it was when it wasn't
And without it I'm nothing, I love it
They gon' try hard to blow my day
But they won't blow my day
I'm only here for a little while
And I'm gon' enjoy my stay
They gon' try hard so I pray
Stand up and go on my way
The whole damn world's gone wild
It's okay, you know what I say, oh
You know what I say? I say it ain't no way
It ain't no way I'ma slow down
Not now, it ain't no way
Oh, it ain't no way, nah nah, it ain't no way
It ain't no way I'ma fold now
Not now, it ain't no way
They gon' try hard to blow my day
But they won't blow my day
I'm only here for a little while
And I'm gon' enjoy my stay
They gon' try hard so I pray
Stand up and go on my way
The whole damn world's gone wild
It's okay, you know what I say, oh
You know what I say? I say it ain't no way
It ain't no way I'ma slow down
Not now, it ain't no way
Oh, it ain't no way, nah nah, it ain't no way
It ain't no way I'ma fold now
Not now, it ain't no way, oh
Made On McCosh Mill Road lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Danny Boone)
I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, anything but run
The county line is the family line
I was made of the Georgia side
Venture into them Georgia pines
Find a whole lot more than Pines
Find a shine, find a different type of pine
Find the kind, they'll chop down and compress it
and address it up outta town
McCosh Mill, we that deal
Go on and bend that hat bill
Go on pop that chop and swig that, sit back, chill
Me and momma done turnt up
That wood pile get burnt up
Hot as hell but it's feelin like heaven to me
It sure does
Anybody thats anybody plus no body that's everybody
Knows about that Mill dog
Better ask 'em, they'll tell you bout it
That crowd is very rowdy
The beer is cold and the women hot
We came to have a good time tonight
But disrespect might get you shot
I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, anything but run
I got my baby, got my beverage, its feelin like another Mill night
Mud hole marauders
That's how we living in real life
Chevrolets sittin 50 inches up above that gravel
Infested with that meth head, but old Bubba does not dabble
Just drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke
Make it do what
Man what did you think, my folk was a joke?
Naw buddy that must be you
Got meet on the grill, the music is loud, we havin an epic event
In case they forgot this is McCosh Mill, tell 'em again
We party like everybody just talk about how they party
Take a swig of that fire water just to get my day started
Born here, was made here, then stayed here, and Imma be buried
Right up on there on top of the hill' in the McCosh Road cemetery
I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, anything but run
I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, anything but run
Lock Dem Hubs lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
(2, 3, 4)
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Baby, watch me roll
Watch me roll down a very dirty road
In a muddy Chevrolet, baby, you already know
That I'm country boy cool with a legendary flow
And I could turn down, it ain't necessary though
So, I'ma elevate the noise
And drink a case of Miller just to celebrate the joys
Of knowing that they really hate the boy
'Cause it feels so great when you can tell that they annoyed
Poise, that's what I maintain
When I lock dem hubs and accelerate thangs
What thang? Any dang thang, mayne
Still watch me roll through LaGrange, can't change
Ain't that just so okay?
Been drinking since 11:30, what a day
And them subs cranked up so loud
That right about now, my eardrums wanna run away
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Baby, watch me roll
We havin' us a party in the wilderness
You better lock dem hubs if you wanna chill with us
Or them trails might be hard for you to navigate
Lost city slickers make coyotes salivate
Naw, dawg, I'm just giving you a hard time
Ain't nothin' going down but a jar of 'shine
And these country girls 'round here are fine
But don't worry 'bout her 'cause she all mine
I wouldn't take a million dollars for her
Wouldn't give a nickel for nothin' just like her
She's so thorough and she's so crazy
You'd rather lock up with a Bengal tiger
Now watch us roll outta control
Don't contemplate much, we just go
Crank them subs up, let 'em unload
Making love, doing 80 on a dirt road
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Baby, watch me roll
I got my hubs locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked
Now watch me roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
I got my hubs locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked
Now watch me roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, baby
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Baby, watch me roll
Hahahahaha
Past Is Practice lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. JJ Lawhorn)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I was talkin' about the past the other night with my pops
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"
[JJ Lawhorn:]
He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on
You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song
You have to fight to urge to reminisce
You can push rewind in your mind
It ain't nothin' but a waste of time
Today's the day get past this
'Cause the past is practice
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Another long night down in GA watchin' my whole life replay
Under my eye lids everything I did still rides with me these days
How could I let her love go how could I let my life get
This out of hand I'm talkin' bout the man this here is right where I sit
I was raised on deep southern values
Life treats you just like how you
Treat life, you better think twice
But if you blink twice it goes on without you
I'm sittin' here livin' in circles
Somehow I gotta turn it into a straight line
I know anything worth havin' takes time
But if patience is a virtue it ain't mine
I ain't ever been concerned with tomorrow
But yesterday visits me nightly
At the bottom of a glass just waitin' on my ass to tell me what might be
Had I cut it out sooner, or had I held on longer
Then I hear a voice in my head so clear
The past is practice it makes you stronger
[JJ Lawhorn:]
He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on
You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song
You have to fight to urge to reminisce
You can push rewind in your mind
It ain't nothin' but a waste of time
Today's the day get past this
'Cause the past is practice
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I see now the blessin's the lesson
What's that sayin' what's that expression
Yesterday's history tomorrow's a mystery today is a gift that's why they call it present
I know that sounds good, when you're sayin' it to somebody else
But when it's your turn and your heart hurts it ain't really a whole lot of help
But it's like my pops says everybody's got regrets I guess
Try as you might, cry and fight it they ain't gon' change it so why stress
But we can change tomorrow, with a well played today
The lights are on and life goes on
Until it don't which makes you say
[JJ Lawhorn:]
He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on
You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song
You have to fight to urge to reminisce
You can push rewind in your mind
It ain't nothin' but a waste of time
Today's the day get past this
'Cause the past is practice
I mean the fact is there is no finer way to waste time
Than to be caught up obsession about the past
It's gone, it's gone forever move on love today
He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on
You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song
You have to fight to urge to reminisce
You can push rewind in your mind
It ain't nothin' but a waste of time
Today's the day get past this
'Cause the past is practice
Better Be Country lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
It don't matter if she's from up top
Listens to rock and roll or hip hop
And it's cool if she's smokin' hot
But hey, she better be country
Country is country wide, like the song said
I know a girl in Arizona with some long legs
She looks like Pocahontas on steroids
And she wild west, country fresh, yeah boy
I know another one in Montana, not Hannah
And she's totally into it, mind grammar
I got another one in West Hollywood
I love her though, she acts more Dollywood
Country is a state of mind and a state of heart
And they don't keep that locked inside a trailer park
'Cause every girl in the country ain't true to it
You wanna act cityfied, then move to it
I know one in Rochester
You should see her booty, man
God blessed her! (Hallelujah)
And she cooks like she oughtta be from Mayking
And she even puts grease with the eggs and bacon
It don't matter if she's from up top
Listens to rock and roll or hip hop
And it's cool if she's smokin' hot
But hey, she better be country
Even if she's from out west
Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS
And I love a hot Southern mess
But still, she better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She likes Kings of Leon and Drake
And every summer she's on the lake
Oh, somebody's boat gettin' tanned up
In a Instagram pic holdin' up a can up
Cold beverage, nope, don't stress it
Try and give her orders, she'll learn you your lesson
This ain't bye bye, she can be from Hawaii
Or Tennessee or anywhere in between
She's a country boy's dream in a two-piece
Becomes a one-piece when she has a few drinks
But don't get no disrespectful ideas
That country girl will leave you laying right there
It don't matter if she's from up top
Listens to rock and roll or hip hop
And it's cool if she's smokin' hot
But hey, she better be country
Even if she's from out west
Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS
And I love a hot Southern mess
But still, she better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
I see the beauty in every woman
But it ain't nothing like a country woman
And I know country ain't only Southern
The whole world is covered (with what?)
With beautiful daughters of working folks
That raised them right whether rich or broke
And I got married, but I really hope
You can find you one of those, let's go
It don't matter if she's from up top
Listens to rock and roll or hip hop
And it's cool if she's smokin' hot
But hey, she better be country
Even if she's from out west
Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS
And I love a hot Southern mess
But still, she better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
Heart Of Georgia lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. D-Thrash, D-Ray)
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...
Okay Then lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
Ay, we go from can to cain't, that's a work day
Then we closing the bar like it's my birthday
But it ain't though, brother, it's just another night
Another Southern night, I'm so in love with life
Ol' Bubba might swerve up in the juke joint
Drink a few then we iterate a few points
One being not one of y'all could whoop me
And even though you ain't with me, girl, you should be
That's just the Bourbon talking, I apologize
I'm a humble guy, promise you it's not a lie
A country boy can't just survive, he gotta thrive
Not in 2014, that's the bottom line
I heard a lotta times we was nothin' but poor or white
Sanitation, congratulations, you were right
Okay then, buddy, you want a reward?
Then pucker up and smooch this, yeah boy
I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'
You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then
The muddy bottom is where I was raised in
You don't like it? Well, man, okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
You say I'm white trash? Okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
Well you can kiss my ass, okay then
I drink beer for breakfast like J.B
Is that a sign of a problem? Well, it may be
But I piss out greatness as a result
What's up? Them country boys, we up
Can you keep Bubba, will you just keep on?
Speakin on somethin' you should really leave alone
You don't like the country rap song, to each his own
Bubba don't need your thumbs up, he is grown
Just give me my Whiskey and hush it
This for my folks strictly, they love it
And I love them too, that's why I represent
For the muddy bottoms, boy, you gotta let us in
I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'
You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then
The muddy bottom is where I was raised in
You don't like it? Well, man, okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
You say I'm white trash? Okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
Well you can kiss my ass, okay then
So let me get this straight, you don't like me
I'm either too country for you or I might be
Not country enough, I'll tell ya, bud
Who gives a damn? It never was Bub
Let me get this straight, you don't like me
I'm either too country for you or I might be
Not country enough, I'll tell ya what, bud
Who gives a damn? It never was Bub
I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'
You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then
The muddy bottom is where I was raised in
You don't like it? Well, man, okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
You say I'm white trash? Okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
Well you can kiss my ass, okay then
I mean, all I'm sayin' is
Is it needs to be one or the other
It needs to be either country or rap music
Them two things, you can't mix 'em together
I ain't sayin' I like the boom boom stuff
I'm just sayin' it's how it needs to be
Good Day lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Lamar Williams, Jr)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
This morning it was colder than a mother-in-law's love
But look at that sunshine the Lord brought us
My baby cooked a breakfast that was heavy on the hog
Now pushin' that Chevy through the early mornin' fog
And I'm thinkin', reflectin' on the blessings I'm collectin'
Just to live a simple life free of stress is my objective
Shit does happen but it's less than I expected
More times than not, so I guess it's 'bout perspective
My dog eats cow turds, it could always be worse
He could like my turds in the toilet, teeth first
My truck ain't new, but it's new-ish
Which wouldn't make a difference, the mud is an inch thick
And if my woman's talkin' then she's probably fussin'
About a lotta nothin', still we do a lotta lovin'
You gotta love it, every day's a good day
Just some are better than others, I guess you could say
[Lamar Williams, Jr.:]
Livin' every day like it's my birthday
'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in
I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night
And ain't nobody trippin'
Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer
My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Pretty much every one of my friends drink beer
Until their piss is but their vision ain't clear
And the cats in my yard are seventh generations (Seventh generation)
Inbred, if six dead, then ten replace 'em
But today I'm just making the choice to love it all (Love it)
What's a couple flaws? That don't bother Bubba, naw
My co-workers is goin' berzerk, what the hell?
The bossman trippin' too, hey, it's just as well
Either way, I must prevail, a good day
Becomes a great day when your perception ain't gray
I may pray but after that, I gotta live it
Gotta help you help yourself, do not forget it
I bought a lottery ticket and won another ticket
That's how he gives you another day, do somethin' wit' it
If I open my eyes then I'm a success
Just blessed, I'm alive, so what's stress?
[Lamar Williams, Jr.:]
Livin' every day like it's my birthday
'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in
I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night
And ain't nobody trippin'
Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer
My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Livin' every day like it's my birthday
'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in
I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night
And ain't nobody trippin'
Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer
My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up
'Til the sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up
'Til the sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up
Way Down South lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Kyle Cook, Danny Boone, Demun Jones)
We goin' way down, way down, way down south
We goin' way down, way down, way down
Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more
Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more
Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
We goin' way down
I'm a workaholic, alcoholic, everything-aholic
Hillbilly, bumpkin, whatever name you call it
My mama smokes Winstons and my daddy drinks wine
The Muscadine kind, and I love 'em, they mine
I got a big sister named Ginger that'll whip your ass
Quick, fast, this is something that you should know
We ain't just from down there, we're from out there
No newspaper, we ain't on their route, yeah
Yeah, country, no city water
No pizza, man, we didn't even get the order
But we workin', we ain't afraid of labor
When the works done, we wakin' up the neighbors
And they live a half a mile away from us
We crank it up louder, wishin' they would say somethin'
But, they wouldn't anyway, 'cause they on the way
Will we be alive tomorrow? We can only pray
We goin' way down, way down, way down south
We goin' way down, way down, way down
Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more
Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more
Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
We goin' way down
We comin' at you live from the bottom
Right-hand corner, 55° weather
But the summer like a sauna, man
You could cut the humidity with a husk of corn
(Country)
Damn skippy, can't wash it off ya
Hard-working daddy, mama mighty bossy
They don't like me runnin' with my buddy, Bubba
We be gettin' saucy
Like some good ole boys know to do 'round these parts
Whiskey sips got us fit to be tied
Pitching more than a hissy fit
Wide open spaces, out in the sticks
I'm in La Grange tryin' to holler at some dixie chicks
Don't get mad at me Natalie, I'm just tipsy as piss
We goin' way down, way down, way down south
We goin' way down, way down, way down
Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more
Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more
Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
We goin' way down
South
Way down, like Jones County
We candy cane, doin' it like it ain't
Lemme say it now, the replay on the rounds is Bubba, Danny and me
And we comin' to tear it down, and then we raisin' a banner
And we ain't takin' it down, we crankin' the music louder
We makin' it shake the ground and down and down
Hey, what you know about them loud-ass crackers, the gentlemen of the south
While we hangin' outta windows and ridin' 'round the town
In a black Duramax jacked way up off the ground
Smoke stacks, big grips, hips and bottle lifts
Drink bottles to the bottom 'cause we take big sips
And little bitty hips, but here that's a fact
Move your bottom, better get it together, now bring it back, y'all
We goin' way down, way down, way down south
We goin' way down, way down, way down
Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more
Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more
Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
We goin' way down
South
We goin' way down
South
Pay Attention lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Redneck Souljers)
Pay attention (Pay attention, pay attention)
Pay attention when I'm pullin' up at the traffic light
In that muddy Chevrolet, cooler full of Natural Light
Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Pay attention when I'm layin' down that 12 point buck
Then I skin him when I'm finished cook that tenderloin up
Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pay attention when I'm talkin' I ain't into wastin' words
And a big country woman, that's wha Bubba K prefers
Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pay attention to me dominating a game of corn hole
While I'm drinkin' on a Natty colder than the North Pole
Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
Pay attention
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
Pay attention when my mama's fussin', she will slap you silly
And if you disrespect my brother, well then you'll just have to kill him
Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Pay attention to that mud hole, your truck will get so stuck
That you just abandon it, now wouldn't that just be your luck
Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pay attention to them large mouth we pullin' out the lake
And if we pass the catch limit that's a law we're 'bout to break
Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pay attention to me thankin' Jesus before I go to sleep
Then I'm beggin' for forgiveness. pray to Him my soul to keep
Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
Hey Bubba
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
[?] fast sack of that deer jerky
Slap 'er down on a biscuit with a bowl of grits
And a beer, ya heard me?
C Hubb is clearly hungry and if this ain't really country
Then quit your thinkin' dummy
Take a sip of the clear in this jar it'll leave you feelin' funny
We way out past the no trespasssin' signs
We got the grass, the shine, the country girls fat behinds
Damn near some mastermind, yup we can't be past the line
So get to waitin', here's some widdelin' sticks to pass the time
Coulda brought a little bit of smoke for me
I'ma get high as hell, and I got a little bit of shine with me
You mine as well count your blessin's
Did I forget to mention that [?] goin' off [?]
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
Pay attention
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
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