Muddy Mess lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Demun Jones)

Ah-ah

I said ah-ah

Bubba K baby

Who I got in here with me?

Demun Jones

DJ K.O

One more time who am I?

Bubba K

We gettin'

Money, money, money

Yeah

OG's

OG's

Tripple like the x's in my name

(Where ya from?) GA

I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess

They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes

I put in work, baby, nothin' less

I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess

Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess

The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less

I overdo it but I'm under dressed

Money, money, money

I went to London and they told me I'm a bloody mess

I told 'em wait 'til you see the other fella, what a mess

Saw the way that fabric fit I said "What a dress"

She asked me if I would visit it with her, I said "What address?"

I'm a mess, yeah the muddy

Since 2001 I run amuck amongst the uglies

I don't know what it is that makes me never ever give my truck a rinse

I keep it filthy as the government

And they lovin', lovin', lovin' it

Standin' on the banks, she finna bust and now she's bussin' it

This somethin' worth discussion? Well that just depends

Seldom ends where the love begins

I'd prolly pull up in a muddy Benz

Told a city slick we should just be friends

Then I handed her to scram 'cause she was a ten

Call my brother Demun we back in the mud again

I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess

They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes

I put in work, baby, nothin' less

I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess (Muddy mess)

Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess

The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less

I overdo it but I'm under dressed

Money, money, money

I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess

Straw hat, wearin' boots, that's my Sunday best

Full speed, hammer down, 'bout to give 'em heck

Hand jack truck kickin' mud up above the rest

Crawled up out the sticks, Jones County redneck

Caught a couple critters bare hand without a net

Spent the money, here's to cashin' the bigger checks

Kind of dude you're gonna get, tyrannosaurus rex

Me and Bub 'bout to blow it up

And I ain't talkin' tannerite for fun, more like mega tons

Best be talkin' right, that's where we're from

The Peach State son, I'm bettin' we got plenty guns

Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

I'ma keep it def a hundred and fifty percent country

Keep it jacked up, truck beats bumpin'

Bouncin' up and down across the muddy south

I'm a muddy mess

I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess

They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes

I put in work, baby, nothin' less

I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess

Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess

The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less

I overdo it but I'm under dressed

Money, money, money

(I used to be ugly)

Money, money, money