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
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