| Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here
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| There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away
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| Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here
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| There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away
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| It’s just that country boy, city slick
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| Hot boy, temperament
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| Add the pony, add the flame
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| Either way it’s an event
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| If it’s me consider it
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| Pardon the coincidence, even though they mumble at me
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| Suckers keep they distances
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| Father, Kay Hey
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| What’s that they say
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| Hip hop redneck that’s a safe place
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| Say what makes you comfortable
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| With me cause I like it here
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| How about a rural dwelling, urban music pioneer
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| Turn it up, let it bang
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| Run with me, I bet you can’t
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| Took too much to make it float
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| Never will I let it sink
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| So we reinvented it
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| Boy are we generous
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| Hoping that my moment pass
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| I can see the end of it
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| 25 years of life, I was born yesterday
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| Loving life, doing right, earning every breath I take
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| Standing in the mud again, cause it seems to pay me well
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| Playing with my not so distance cousins from the ATL AHHH.
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| Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here
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| There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away
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| Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here
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| There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away
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| Ah Yea, Ah Yea
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| Press it up
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| Ship it out
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| Call the pony
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| Rent it out
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| Everything I Am today
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| Is what I’ve really what I’ve been about
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| Athens Georgia Resident
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| Native of Lagrange though
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| I don’t love the Peach State, brothers say it ain’t so
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| Naw, Sir, In Fact it’s quite the opposite
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| Loving yall from Brunswick, Up to the metropolis
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| Can’t forget about my Betty Betty in the?
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| That put them triple X’s at the end of Andy’s Monica
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| How can I run from, everything that made me
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| Knowing all the love I get is appreciated greatly
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| Now witness something truly inconceivable
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| Bubba International, but still he kept it regional
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| Trying to make my momma proud
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| Ricky Lathens see me smile
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| Gotta make sure this next CD is the fire
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| Making sure everyone one of my talented associates gets what they deserve
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| Nothing short that’s appropriate YEA!!!
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| Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here
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| There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away
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| Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here
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| There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away
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| Get your cup, fill it up
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| Soda don’t appeal to us
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| But if your broke, do what you can’t that alone still enough
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| Help us out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch
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| Just stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this
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| Hey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys in route
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| Let her join the Beat Club, peep that lil trim out
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| Have her screaming new south, with out pulling loot out
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| He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now
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| At the end of the day, I will have no regrets
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| Got it done on every front, and I ain’t even focused yet
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| At the bottom of the pond, swimming with them mud cats
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| If you dive in I’m perusing for a grudge match
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| Spell It out L-E-G-E-N-D, I still believe
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| What ever goal God set for me, indeed I will achieve
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| Either in this life, for in the next
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| Whether drinking Gin or Becks
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| Bubba fin, to bring it home, still you can send a check
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| Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here
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| There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away
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| Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here
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| There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back In The Mud , by - Bubba Sparxxx. Song from the album Deliverance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп