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)
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