Country BooTea lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
Bub, how you feel, baby, how you living?
Shit, I'm living like a gentleman, feeling like a villain (Like a villain)
A whole lot of dollar billing, feeling like
We out here building us a house without a ceiling (It ain't no ceiling)
And I already made 'bout a killing
But the problem is a whole lotta chilling's not appealing (Nah)
Far from innocent and maybe I'm forgiven
But the way that I been living never gave me optimism, man
She gon' do exactly what she wanna do
You just here to get her where she going to
In a holding pattern you can't get a hold of boo
We ain't shopping with her, you the one she sold it to
More than new but it's the old school '68
It's a Chevelle I'm selling on the interstate
Headed to a dinner date, twenty minutes late
But she know the dick is great so she finna wait
Innovate, if necessary renovate
Thinking 'bout it, I ain't never seen a winner hate
Anyway, that's irrelevant, I'm feeling great
I gained a little weight, they on me like I'm still in shape
Let us pray that we stay safe and healthy every day
Never go the messy way, check into a better place
That's what it does, it never be like what it was
Just because she got out the mud and now she stuck with us
That's a big city girl, big old country booty
Got you throwing money at her like it was your duty
Thought that was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie
Uh oh, run it to me, run it to me
That's a big city girl, big old country booty
Gave it to her strong, she keep testing what you doing
Not a cloud up in the sky, but I feel a storm brewing
Uh oh, what you doing? I'm just cooling, baby
Big old, big old, big old country booty
Big old, big old, big old country booty
Big old, big old, big old, big old, big old, big old, big old
Big old country booty
Big city girl, big old country booty
Gotcha throwing money at her like it was your duty
Thought that was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie
Uh oh, running to me, running to me
That's big city girl, big old country booty
Gotcha throwing money at her like it was your duty
Thought that was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie
Uh oh, running to me, running to me
That's a big city girl, big old country booty
Gave it to her strong, she keep testing what you doing
Not a cloud up in the sky, but I feel a storm brewing
Oh-oh, what you doing? I'm just cooling, baby
Big old country booty
Big old country booty
Big old country booty
Big old country booty
Big old country booty
Big old country booty
The Shakeup lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Hail Luna)
Everybody's a hater if not now than later
Just wait til they wake up
Top of the morning, you probably just yawning
But here come the shake up
And I ain't no greater
Ain't much you can say, is no way you take up
Boy, anybody, we all at this party
In honor of...
Yeah I'm a hater, I hated to see, I hated to know
That love is sold, that the world is colder than 80 below
Either way that it go, I'ma make sure that they know
Bubba ain't fold up I ain't a tent
I ain't a place that you rent, don't nobody own us
Ain't nobody gon' just forget about me forever, I'm gone bust
On my daddy's school bus
I said I'd be great, it created a gold rush
From gold girls in '06 to four wheels in twen-twen
Saw big losers winning and never stop grinning
I befriend them, they short I forgive them
Applaud them, ascend them, but when I offend them
Yeah I'm a hater, I hate it when grown ups pretending
But dear Lord, please more bless than sin them
Some men live for women
Some men live to escape
Some men love to fixate on other men and their mistakes
Like my fall is their big break
Like my rise is your demise
If my arrival is quarter-five I'm saying "Hi, good morning guy"
I stick around like porcupines, got a surplus of that country money
On sunny days wasn't nothing sunny
My best life kept running from me
Yeah I still can be such a dummy
And in spite of me I'm up and running
Come here baby, rub my tummy
Love me, love me, love me, love me
Yeah
Everybody's a hater if not now than later
Just wait til they wake up
Top of the morning, you probably just yawning
But here come the shake up
And I ain't no greater
Ain't much you can say, is no way you take up
Boy, anybody, we all at this party
In honor of fake love, fake love
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a hater
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a hater
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a hater
I'm a hater of hate
Yeah I'm a hater
City Slick lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do
Uh, yeah
What the fuck I wanna do
Oooh, Uh, hey
Okay, on a bitch
I, do what I wanna do (That's what I do) (Okay)
And I do shit like I do shit
Just so you don't get confused (Okay)
I said I, do what I wanna do (I do that shit) (Okay)
I said I, do what the fuck I wanna do (Okay)
I do, I do, I do (Okay)
Young 'cause I'm 42
Lookin' like I'm 32
Feelin' like I'm 22 (Okay)
The safe is old but the money's new
And I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do (Okay)
Country boy, City slick, eat a dick
Look at it 'til it looks like somethin' (Okay)
Country boy, City slick, eat a dick
Look at it 'til it looks like somethin' (Okay)
Some people don't like my thing
Tough titty that's life, I still gotta do it (Gotta do it)
Dance with the woman I brought to the dance
It already is what it is, how I view it (Haha)
Everybody know Bubba been washed up
Same way they know these suckers never been washed on
My "Give-A-Goddamn" been washed off
Baby put your mouth right here, it's not wrong
Got off, got on
Fell off, jumped my country ass right back on (Right back on)
Ain't the type that moan 'bout south love
Just cut the fuckin' mic back on (Let's go)
Tryna slide back strong, I ain't think it take quite that long
Ten plus years and then the dust clears
Shit still is unclear how it felt like twice that long
Life had gone
Yeah life had gone, I done learned that shit ain't real
Weaves in strictly to work and pay bills
But I ain't touchin' anything that I can't feel
And I don't wanna stay still (Naw)
I wanna keep chasin' bein' great and make steel
Maybe by nine-hundred seventy-eight mil
And my age ain't a cage, I ain't make that deal
Weak fucker
I, do what I wanna do (That's what I do) (Okay)
And I do shit like I do shit
Just so you don't get confused, fucker (Okay)
I said I, do what I wanna do (I want her too) (Okay)
I said I, do what the fuck I wanna do (Okay)
I do, I do, I do (Okay)
Young 'cause I'm 42
Lookin' like I'm 32
Feelin' like I'm 22 (Okay)
The safe is old but the money's new
And I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do (Okay)
Country boy, City slick, eat a dick
Look at it 'til it looks like somethin' (Okay)
Country boy, City slick, eat a dick
Look at it 'til it looks like somethin' (Okay)
I Didn't Know lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Vyrgo)
I did not know what I did, did not know
If I know then what I, I know now
I did not know what I did, did not know
If I know then what I, I know now
If you a country mu'fucker, a real country mu'fucker
Then put your hands up (Hands up, hands up)
If you a city mu'fucker, a real city mu'fucker
Then put your hands up (Hands up, hands up)
Come on baby, let's hold hands
I'm tryna rearrange your tempo (Tempo)
They told you I like a slow dance (Uh)
That miscalibrated info (N-O)
A little rhythm in your romance
Say any place and that's where we'll go (Go)
One day I'll be an old man
But my spirit, no, it won't get old
I know a prime time Betty with a down home body
And a country girl doin' it with no hands
I didn't know what I didn't know
Can't help it, I didn't know what I didn't know
I'm gettin' older, gettin' bolder and I'm gettin' colder
Ice water in my veins, call me Minnesota
His girlfriend loved me but I didn't want her
Got her on time-out, put her in the corner
Twenty years of hard livin', shoulda been a goner
Here 'til they call my number, not a minute longer
Country rap renegade, label him a loner
Remind me to call mama, I keep forgettin' on her
And what I didn't know, ain't no way I coulda known
Born in my country boy suit, ain't gotta put it on
Ain't gotta put it on, but I'm puttin' on (For who?)
For my trill country people, baby come on
(Come on, come on)
Come on baby, let's hold hands
I'm tryna rearrange your tempo (Tempo)
They told you I like a slow dance (Ha)
That miscalibrated info (N-O)
A little rhythm in your romance
Say any place and that's where we'll go (Go)
One day I'll be an old man
But my spirit, no, it won't get old
I know a prime time Betty with a down home body
And a country girl doin' it with no hands
I didn't know what I didn't know
I can't help it, I didn't know what I didn't know
I did not know what I did, did not know
If I know then what I, I know now
I did not know what I did, did not know
If I know then what I, I know now
Come on baby, let's hold hands Hold hands
I'm tryna rearrange your tempo (Tempo) Rearrange it
They told you I like a slow dance (Ha) Slow dance
That miscalibrated info (N-O) Ay ay ay ay
A little rhythm in your romance Romance
Say any place and that's where we'll go (Go) Oh, will we go
One day I'll be an old man
But my spirit, no, it won't get old Mmmm
I know a prime time Betty with a down home body
And a country girl doin' it with no hands
I didn't know what I didn't know
I can't help it, I didn't know what I didn't know
Igloo lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Hail Luna)
Let go
B-U-two B, eh, eh, eh
Uh
I started thinkin' nightmares
Is just what come to you when you fall asleep (Fall asleep)
I'm on top of this building with all these feelings
And I ain't got the balls but I outta leap (Eh)
Life ain't what I thought'd be (Nah)
And it hurts 'cause there's so much more in the heart of me (Heart of me)
Damn near 43
Still can't get it right like Offset/Cardi B
I don't expect you to pardon me
I know I won't, but the beat goes on (Beat goes on)
Tried my best not to repeat those wrongs
My thermals I'ma keep those on (Keep those on)
'Cause it's colder than a mother-in-laws love
Inside this frigid ass house I built
Probably done hit a thousand broads like Wilt (Like Wilt)
But still I ain't found my quilt
My demons surround my guilt
Like police outside a black man's home (Black man's home)
Only difference, I ain't innocent
Shouldn't nobody give a shit when them boys flat my dome (Pop)
Just a Georgia boy up here in Tennessee
Tryna do my thang like "Pacman" Jones ("Pacman" Jones)
And it'll be in that box where my heart stops
'Fore I let them take my ass back home
I ain't scared of fallin', we all fallen
Refuse to let 'em say I quit
Spent one week in the same outfit
Talk ain't nothin', naw it ain't 'bout shit
Up shits creek, tryna wade out it
I gotta make it worth everythang I lost
Let my guard down but I can't get soft
Boss gotta pay this cost, yeah
My only issue's when I don't have no issues
Don't think about you near enough to diss you
I think about you just enough to miss you
But it ain't room for two in this igloo
Igloo (Aye)
I make it do what it do inside this igloo
It's chilly air, but I'm cool inside this igloo
I think about you too much to forget you
It's always room for you in this igloo
Igloo
You try to hide it
But there's tears all on your face
And all I wanna do is take your pain away
You really froze me out
But I can't be replaced
We can't let this crazy feeling go to waste
Waste
Red Flag lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
Man fuck that, I don't wanna grow old (Yeah)
I ain't never goin' home (Yeah)
Surrender (Yeah)
I won't condone (Yeah)
I will die on my throne (Yeah)
Hope is gone (Yeah)
Right at the moment of that last sunset
I ain't look at that one yet
He gon' fold
Who would place that dumb bet
Betcha they ain't cash one cheque
Forty-something
Ain't 'sposed to be on the porch or somethin'?
I don't know, snortin' somethin'?
How he out here stuntin' with a twenty-somethin' gorgeous somethin'?
Lookin' like a lot more's comin'
Shit (Yeah)
I'm just tryna keep the water runnin'
It don't really matter what I'm runnin'
I'ma keep that mu'fuckin' drummer drummin'
Want enough, I'm burnin' somethin'
Y'all supposed to be learnin' somethin' (Yeah yeah)
But y'all ain't learned shit
I ain't concerned with your permit
Loaded up, watch her spit
Then away, diverted (Yeah, yeah)
I'm allergic (Yeah, yeah)
To certain laundry detergents
But I been doin' a lot of researchin'
Gotta make change, the Gain is the main one I need to purchase (Yeah)
I don't ride no Harley
I don't smoke no Marleys
It's sorry not sorry
I'm frequently tardy
I think that breathin's a reason to party
But honestly I still be workin' (Yeah)
I gotta keep skirtin' (Skirtin')
Yeah it's a red flag but I gotta keep servin' (Yeah)
She wanna fuck me and she wanna suck me
I let her 'cause I'm a weak person (Yeah)
I'm not a weak person (Yeah)
Whatever I am dammit I'll be the first one (Yeah)
And I love my woman
But told her to get the fuck up from around me she worrisome (Yeah)
These suckers embarassin' (Yeah)
We two different types and it ain't no comparison (Yeah)
If you see a tat on my body that means it's forever
Shout to Slumerica (Yeah)
Bitch (Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
NFAC lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
Bub
Quake
It's the not fuckin' around crew and I'm a foundin' member
Don't visit my forrest, baby, it's about to timber
Let me see if I remember, it was December, maybe November, cold weather
And I was on my dick dog, I wasn't doin' well
Broke and steal old folks [?] who could tell (I don't)
I pray that heaven ain't a lie, I know the truth is there
Tried to pawn my soul, the devil wouldn't approve the sale
Not fuckin' around crew, and I'm the team captain
Lost it all [?] see 'em laughin'
Must of been a real knee slapper
So what is love and misery, that's what we after
Not fuckin' around crew and I can thank myself
Be everything I am and everything I ain't as well
It's really hard to hate yourself
But twice as hard to pace yourself when all your pain is level
I never did the dope, the dope did me
A quite tremendous number
Thank you Lord for endless hunger
The problem and solution both between my fuckin' ears
I'm sayin' what I gotta say regardless what you hear
Not fuckin' around crew and I'm the consiage
The underboss, the don, the fuckin' secretary (Bish)
Girl, you wanna help me carry?
My load is very heavy, left me like she never met me
She wouldn't stay with me
But I still pray for her, I love her again and again
Just never say it first
And if I'm bein' honest (What?)
She probably owed me that
But she was ready I was scared thought she'd hold me back
Not fuckin' around crew
And we so [?]
I take the trash out the basement and put it in the attic
Why? 'Cause I was tired of lookin' at it
I still smell it, but I don't see it, I'm so dramatic
It's the not fuckin' around crew
We only trust in God
Find a lick right quick then we be bust it hard
Hard, and anything that's worth somethin'
If I ain't earned what I got then it ain't worth nothin'
Not fuckin' around crew
And here we come again
The clouds formin', the cows mooin' it's thunderin'
The rain falls, the dust settles, who's fuckin' with it you must tell us
Bitch
Reckon lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
Aye, aye
B-U, two B's, A
Aye, aye
I reckon I'm just starting to see
It ain't how I thought it would be
I reckon a man with his heart on his sleeve's
Something that's harder to be
I reckon I just smile at the hate
'Cause shit is an honor to me
I reckon I, I reckon I, I reckon I, yeah
I reckon I'll be ready to go
When it's time to go
I reckon I just put in some more
When it's moving slow
I reckon I continue to glow
Like I'm 'sposed to glow
I reckon I, I reckon I, I reckon I, yeah
It's B-U, two B's, A
Find a new way each day (Yeah yeah)
The come up
Then fuck it up
Then recover just enough to be straight
I'd rather be great for two or three minutes
Then to be average two or three days (Yeah yeah)
Two or three decades hated and praised
'Cause you ain't a motherfucker they can replace
Yeah I reckon I run in this liquor store
And pick up a bottle of Ketel (What?)
'Cause one thing to put on my tombstone
Just tell them that I didn't settle (None)
Was conquering five different levels
But somebody hated, it's probably the devil (Woo)
It's me, I might be the devil sometimes
But thank God, He got me forever, yeah
I reckon I'm just starting to see
It ain't how I thought it would be
I reckon a man with his heart on his sleeve's
Something that's harder to be
I reckon I just smile at the hate
'Cause shit is an honor to me
I reckon I, I reckon I, I reckon I, yeah
I reckon I'll be ready to go
When it's time to go
I reckon I just put in some more
When it's moving slow
I reckon I continue to glow
Like I'm 'sposed to glow
I reckon I, I reckon I, I reckon I, yeah
I reckon the thought of me still out here steppin'
Is hard for some people to swallow
The jealousy's heavy
But whatever really, it carries my legacy
Farther and farther
My father was a farmer
With no Harvard and no homburg
Just hard work
Oh yeah our turf was harder
We country like biscuits and gravy
Ballin', just picture me baby
Play with me?
Bitch is you crazy
You gone be pushin' them daisies
We won't be pushin' Mercedes
Jack up them Chevrolets
While you hustlin' on the block
We fishin' in the Everglades
I reckon I'm just starting to see
It ain't how I thought it would be
I reckon a man with his heart on his sleeve's
Something that's harder to be
I reckon I just smile at the hate
'Cause shit is an honor to me
I reckon I, I reckon I, I reckon I, yeah
I reckon I'll be ready to go
When it's time to go
I reckon I just put in some more
When it's moving slow
I reckon I continue to glow
Like I'm 'sposed to glow
I reckon I, I reckon I, I reckon I, yeah
Bird Dawg lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
I'm 'bout country as a bird dawg (Big dawg)
I ain't know they did it like me
I never heard ya'll (Never heard ya'll)
Just like my brother Petey
I'ma take my shirt off (Shirt off)
Hop in and skirt off (Skirt off)
Done worked my whole life
I won't ever clean the dirt off
Nope, never clean the dirt off
My lil' homies wife just ran away with her boss
Man fuck it, it's her loss
Bird dawg, bird dawg, what's happenin'?
Pat the tailgate, load up, let's get it
Bird dawg, bird dawg, what's happenin'?
Pat the tailgate, load up, let's get it
Bird dawg, bird dawg, uh-huh
Pat the tailgate, load up, let's get it
Bird dawg, bird dawg, uh-huh
Bird dawg, bird dawg
Let's get it
I did a whole lotta fumblin' (Hmmm)
Maybe I could pick it up and run it in (Hmmm?)
I doubt I'll ever fall in love again (Mmmm)
But I'd really like the company of a woman friend (Mmm)
Real friends, I don't have a ton of them (Mmmm)
Made a mess of the affair with some of them (Mmm)
It was humblin' but some of them
Laughed when my stomach was grumblin'
And I don't love none of them (Nope)
Don't send me no emojis don't call me bae
I think everybody flawed these days (That right)
Even little ol' me when I'm gettin' lonely
And truthfully we all need grace (Amen)
Bubba hot damn, man, why you still rappin'?
Ain't you somethin' like a lotta years old? (Hell no)
Hey, as long as my passion
Lead to cash transactions
Let's get it, this is how the shit go (Let's go)
30 more minutes then I fill up on in it
Just chillin' then we headin' home in it (Woo)
They must didn't hear me
When I said I'm gon' get it
With my people I'm forever gon' split it (Woo)
In a jacked up Chevy with a yellow bone in it
Some people just never gon' get it (Woo)
Unlimited flow like my cell phone minutes
And that bullshit I'm steppin' on in it
Come wit' it
I'm 'bout country as a bird dawg (Big dawg)
I ain't know they did it like me
I never heard ya'll (Never heard ya'll)
Just like my brother Petey
I'ma take my shirt off (Shirt off)
Hop in and skirt off (Skirt off)
Done worked my whole life
I won't ever clean the dirt off
Nope, never clean the dirt off
My lil' homies wife just ran away with her boss
Man fuck it, it's her loss
Bird dawg, bird dawg, what's happenin'?
Pat the tailgate, load up, let's get it
Bird dawg, bird dawg, what's happenin'?
Pat the tailgate, load up, let's get it
Bird dawg, bird dawg, uh-huh
Pat the tailgate, load up, let's get it
Bird dawg, bird dawg, uh-huh
Bird dawg, bird dawg
Let's get it
I wanna talk to my momma so bad
But it feels like her number got a block on it (Mmm)
And I know it's just the devil but
He won't never let up and it's killing me doggonit (Mmm)
And her my daddy gettin' old
And I love 'em so much
So what, I've not shown it (Mmm)
Shit, I've always been my opponent
Yeah yeah, I know it sound odd don't it?
Anyway, see the thing about life is
You can't live it twice
And it really don't last that long (Woo)
But I guess the bottom line is
We all on borrowed time
And you gotta pay back that loan (Woo)
But everybody get a turn
And I feel it when it burn
It'll make you wish you had a hazmat on (Yup)
Yet all I seem to be worried 'bout
Girl is let me see the ass you got stashed in that thong
Gone
I moved from Georgia up to Tennessee (Woo)
I ain't know that it would nearly be the death of me
Literally
I got love is you kiddin' me? (Woo)
Feelin' enough pain it's just about to break me mentally
Unlimited frenemies (Woo)
First love, then wife, ex wife, then a memory
It'll be what it's fittin' to be
Shit it'll be what it's fittin' to be
Thank God
I'm 'bout country as a bird dawg (Big dawg)
I ain't know they did it like me
I never heard ya'll (Never heard ya'll)
Just like my brother Petey
I'ma take my shirt off (Shirt off)
Hop in and skirt off (Skirt off)
Done worked my whole life
I won't ever clean the dirt off
Nope, never clean the dirt off
My lil' homies wife just ran away with her boss
Man fuck it, it's her loss
0 Six lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
I been to two hot calls
And a goat fuckin'
I still ain't seen a damn thing
And I don't know nothin'
That bitch been up for three days
I think she on somethin'
My dawg drunk and way turnt
I bet you won't touch him
Nah, nah, nah, nah
They talk about me like is 0 Six
Nah, nah, nah, nah
She want some money, I'm like no bitch
Nah, nah, nah, nah
They think I got it like's 0 six
Nah, nah, nah, nah
(Tell her she better call Doc and Marty McFly
Since you can't hitch a ride)
Ain't talked to mama in a whole year (Right)
I got some pain you can't make go away with cold beer (Right)
Fuck you mean, we get 'er done, ain't nothin' slow here (Right)
They said a lot I just been tired, ain't much I'm gon' fear
I mean, I knew exactly what the problem was (Was)
We both had gained a couple pounds and that's a lot of love (Love)
They sayin' Bubba ice cold like it ain't obvious (Ous)
They still can't fuck with me 'cause they ain't hot enough
I know it probably does hurt to see me twenty in
I sold a mil 'fore 50 Cent was friends with Eminem
Right after DJ Paul and them was ridin' spinnin' rims
Picture Juelz and Cam, yeah, them and Jim and Freaky too (Dipset, Dipset)
I been to two hot calls
And a goat fuckin'
I still ain't seen a damn thing
And I don't know nothin'
That bitch been up for three days
I think she on somethin'
My dawg drunk and way turnt
I bet you won't touch him
Nah, nah, nah, nah
They talk about me like is 0 Six
Nah, nah, nah, nah
She want some money, I'm like no bitch
Nah, nah, nah, nah
They think I got it like's 0 six
Nah, nah, nah, nah
I bought a hundred new umbrellas when the sun came out
There's fifty ways back in this woods it ain't but one way out
Man these folks can't run the water they just run they mouth
I just know it ain't like that, I don't know what they 'bout
I'm from the south a place that's just 'bout as southern as southern gets
Georgia right by 'Bama summer's hot as an oven mitt
Livin' in the ATL back in 2006
In the country club just like I was still out in the sticks
Undoubtedly rich, with problems I don't know how to get fixed
I know how to get it but shit is like a bottomless pit
You gotta keep gettin' that money, don't know how to just sit
I got content and that bitch broke out in a sprint
There it went
I been to two hot calls
And a goat fuckin'
I still ain't seen a damn thing
And I don't know nothin'
That bitch been up for three days
I think she on somethin'
My dawg drunk and way turnt
I bet you won't touch him
Nah, nah, nah, nah
They talk about me like is 0 Six
Nah, nah, nah, nah
She want some money, I'm like no bitch
Nah, nah, nah, nah
They think I got it like's 0 six
Nah, nah, nah, nah
(Tell her she better call Doc and Marty McFly
Since you can't hitch a ride)
I been to two hot calls
And a goat fuckin'
I still ain't seen a damn thing
And I don't know nothin'
That bitch been up for three days
I think she on somethin'
My dawg drunk and way turnt
I bet you won't touch him
Nah, nah, nah, nah
They talk about me like is 0 Six
Nah, nah, nah, nah
She want some money, I'm like no bitch
Nah, nah, nah, nah
They think I got it like's 0 six
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Never Better lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
I never been better
Bitch I never been better
If fuck ups was currency
I'd be wealthy forever
I never been better
Bitch I never been better
Nearly dug my own grave
They tried to sell me a shovel
I saw death in the mirror
I almost met with the devil
No room for that on my schedule
Uh uh I never been better
You can say that you're special
Or one more extra whatever
I don't care what you tell 'em
'Cause bitch I never been better
Never better, never worse
Both Heaven and Hell on Earth
Pleasure and pain and everything
This sits in between a blessin' and curse
Prayer is a lesson that work
Probably reflective of how many yes's I heard
Studyin' love, but when the lesson occurred
Before I'm restin' in dirt (Woo)
Confession alert
That woman's a mess and I'm messin' with her
Kitty and titties so pretty
And booty so big I can't really expect it to work (Woo)
Death in a skirt, everything else in her shirt
Wonder who else she done hurt
Wonder who else she done murked
I had to definitely flirt
Yup, such is life
I'm way too stubborn don't take much advice
What's the price?
Oh I don't need that, buy it fuckin' twice
Love your wife
'Cause that divorce shit, it ain't nothin' nice
Big surprise
She went just right on livin' life but tell her
I never been better
Bitch I never been better
If fuck ups was currency
I'd be wealthy forever
I never been better
Bitch I never been better
Nearly dug my own grave
They tried to sell me a shovel
I saw death in the mirror
I almost met with the devil
No room for that on my schedule
Uh uh I never been better
You can say that you're special
Or one more extra whatever
I don't care what you tell 'em
'Cause bitch I never been better
Most likely I'm still workin' hard
When you first get up in the mornin' time
When you say goodnight
I am drinkin' Bud Light on the porch reclined
Reckless eyeballin' me while I'm in the grocery line
Miserable sad individual
Hopelessly pitiful, get off my genitals
It ain't like my shit is real plentiful
I mean in general, I gets it in different intervals
My plate, it be gettin' full
But I make dinner for ten and nutrition is critical
Keep it presentable
My confidence lit, but my drippin' is minimal
These next few minutes, immensely pivotal
Dig it, this shit is still winnable
G-g-g-get 'em up, live it up
You did so much, you ain't did enough
G-g-g-get 'em up, live it up
Been down to my last twenty bucks
G-g-g-get 'em up, live it up
Can't let life swallow you when it sucks
G-g-g-get 'em up, live it up
Ain't no givin' up so tell 'em
I never been better
Bitch I never been better
If fuck ups was currency
I'd be wealthy forever
I never been better
Bitch I never been better
Nearly dug my own grave
They tried to sell me a shovel
I saw death in the mirror
I almost met with the devil
No room for that on my schedule
Uh uh I never been better
You can say that you're special
Or one more extra whatever
I don't care what you tell 'em
'Cause bitch I never been better
C.A.B lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Jeremy Crews)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
You ain't gonna amount to nothin'
You ol' country ass boy
It ain't even worth discussin'
Ol' country ass boy
Chasin' that dream of yours is such a bad choice
One of us, you never was
Ol' country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
When I do it to 'em they say "What was that for?"
You know me, I'm just a country ass boy
Tell a bitch, tell a, tell a bitch
I won't never switch
Tell a bitch, tell a, tell a bitch
I'm forever lit
Tell that other bitch that I'm eatin' cheddar grits
God as my witness
'Bout some business is what you better get (Come on)
I raised up on redneck rhetoric
The good shot and bullshit I kept 'em separate
Took all the truth with me when I left the settlement
Heaven sent me, unknowingly into hell I went (Woo)
Here a hit
There a hit
Buddy where your hits?
High score, look up on the board, there it sits
I don't care if it was back in 1926
Shit, at least my hit exists
Hold up, let me reminisce
1990 on McCosh Mill Road
Either Lil' Brian was with me or he probably real close
We was shootin' BB guns
Knockin' out your windows
Problematic child? That's a 10-4, 10-4
You ain't gonna amount to nothin'
You ol' country ass boy
It ain't even worth discussin'
Ol' country ass boy
Chasin' that dream of yours is such a bad choice
One of us, you never was
Ol' country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
When I do it to 'em they say "What was that for?"
You know me, I'm just a country ass boy
[Jeremy Crews:]
Label me, C.A.B
Missouri down to Tennessee
Lookin' like a lick
Son came up like a quarter ki
5-7 to the 3, kick back like a canopy
Puffin' on a can of peas
Bossed up like I'm Hercules
Comin' live from the country
Down on [?]
Seem like every other week my neighbors need a new stove
How I made it this far?
Boy I guess you'll never know
Smellin' like some smoke
You can smell it in my holy clothes
Ever since that I was 6, son, I knew that I was chosen
Grew up ballin' on these dirt roads
Call me Derrick Rose
Achoo, guess you blow it
Blast like a runny nose
Breaker-breaker one nine, let me get a 10-4
Aye, redneck country raised
Hillbilly stay and blaze
'Bout a check, Willie Mays
I ain't talkin' Billy Ray
Old school, no [?]
Piss up in your Kool Aid
Said I wouldn't be shit
But every day's a new day
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
You ain't gonna amount to nothin'
You ol' country ass boy
It ain't even worth discussin'
Ol' country ass boy
Chasin' that dream of yours is such a bad choice
One of us, you never was
Ol' country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
Country boy, country country country ass boy
When I do it to 'em they say "What was that for?"
You know me, I'm just a country ass boy
Window Pain lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
B-U-2 B's-A, better ask your bae
Who big daddy is?
And tell me what she say
She say Bubba Bulldoggin' baby, U.G.A
Just tryna motivate these motherfuckers to be great
You'll be straight dawg, let's keep your feet movin'
Can't you never place your faith into these humans
The love took a break and the hatred is resumin'
Either way the business straight, we boomin'
Ain't no thang
Ain't never been no thang
It ain't nobodies job to love you
I see through your pain
Just like a window pane
They got no business speakin' of you
I do my thang
Rockin' this old thang
Life's a big ole game, they try to run you
I see through the whole thang
Just like a window pane
Uh, bitch fuck you
Bubba baby, I'm the mud park Pavarotti
Life's good walkin' shirtless through the Hobby Lobby
She just my friend, sometimes I still my knock her probably
Suck the pussy juices out her body, hmmm
They tried to figure how to stop me
Only I can stop me
Why would you want to try to stop me?
Talk to God about me
I tried chillin', livin' in the past and all it got me
Nosebleed to watch 'em ball without me
Fuck that
Ain't no thang
Ain't never been no thang
It ain't nobodies job to love you
I see through your pain
Just like a window pane
They got no business speakin' of you
I do my thang
Rockin' this old thang
Life's a big ole game, they try to run you
I see through the whole thang
Just like a window pane
Bitch fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Ain't no thang
Ain't never been no thang
It ain't nobodies job to love you
I see through your pain
Just like a window pane
They got no business speakin' of you
I do my thang
Rockin' this old thang
Life's a big ole game, they try to run you
I see through the whole thang
Just like a window pane
Bitch fuck you
Gotta Feel lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
Man
Life ain't easy or fair
Haha
Just got live it (That's right)
And then feel it (Come on)
You gotta feel it (Let's get on with it)
I ain't been livin' life (Nah)
I'm just out here waitin' to die
If they told you I ain't shit
It ain't no lie
I mean, they could try
To give that other shit wings and make it fly
Ain't the truth, and the one thing that I can't deny
I can't comply (To what?)
To sing about how forever-ever-ever
How you did that
What was supposed to be your forever fella
Left for dead out in the storm
At least wait for better weather
I took off the wet sweater, got myself together
Ah, never mind, I'm just huntin' somethin' I won't never find (Woof)
Boy there's some Hellified shit up in this head of mine (Woof)
Yeah I read the signs and checked my daily horoscope
But that gave me no sorta hope
And livin' lately on the ropes (Damn)
Had more to cope with when I had wrote this
Then a no titty and no booty havin' broke bitch
I seen a shootin' star and couldn't think of no wish
Man, I just ain't in focus
I guess it's true that
Sometimes you gotta feel, what you gotta feel
You just livin' and then everything right goes wrong
If you wanna heal, then you probably will
And somewhere in it the light comes on
And now what you gon' do that you won't do?
Shit happens, don't let shit hold you
Let that hold you, let you hold you
Just don't let them hold you
What are you willin' to do that you ain't willin' to do? (Hmm)
What have the cards that life dealt been revealin' to you? (Hmm)
Could your pride and your ego be concealin' the truth? (Hmm)
The words you say may built a case
How you live is the proof
40 plus and still in the booth
I may not be as lit as I used to be
Like way back then in my youth
But I still am the truth
I still can produce
And I just keep on hangin' 'round like I chill in the noose
And I know there's a laid up and a recluse
Just sittin' there like a hen on a roost (Damn)
But I respect you too much to insult you with an excuse
So I just call when the condition improves (Okay)
I know the Devil's got me where he wants me
I'm completely isolated from my family
And I know I'm crazy, why would I debate it?
Then if my tomorrow comes
I won't know how or why I made it
But I'll be grateful, I hope I displayed it
They say it
Sometimes you gotta feel, what you gotta feel
You just livin' and then everything right goes wrong
If you wanna heal, then you probably will
And somewhere in it the light comes on
And now what you gon' do that you won't do?
Shit happens, don't let shit hold you
Let that hold you, let you hold you
Just don't let them hold you
What are you willin' to do that you ain't willin' to do?
What have the cards that life dealt been revealin' to you?
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
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