Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Betty-Betty, artist - Bubba Sparxxx. Album song Dark Days, Bright Nights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Betty-Betty |
Uh-uh. |
wassup ladies? |
Bubba can’t forget about y’all. |
Hey Betty Betty, hush your mouth, let me tell you something |
Hey Betty Betty, this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin' |
He Betty Betty, understand, see I ain’t got no patience |
Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up these relations |
I left yesterday, and I headed straight, up 78, to the A-T-L |
These record sales done paid me well, so I’m smoking good, can’t you smell? |
Life is hell, till you drop a gem, now Bubba got hoes, jocking him |
Not cuz he cute, cuz he got that loot, wear Polo suits, and that’s hot to them |
I see your ass, over at the bar, try your best to fill up that bra |
A double-D, sippin' bubbl-y and you’d give your life just to fuck with me |
Reluctantly I walk on by, I’m not gon' lie, that Betty fine |
But I got to drank, can’t even thank, unless I’m tanked, I’m already high |
So let it fly, miss Kimberly, I can see right now you into me |
Im’a holla at you bout 10 till 3, tryin' to switch from Beam to Hennessey |
But you know I can’t, so give me Jimmy |
And sit right down till the bottles empty |
Then we cut, but now shut up, old stupid slut, I stated simply |
4 AM, we back in Athens, rollin' balls, and the bitch is laughin' |
Chalk the first one, up to rappin' |
I waited years, but tonight it happen |
Hey Betty Betty, hush your mouth, let me tell you something |
Hey Betty Betty, this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin |
Hey Betty Betty, understand, see I ain’t got no patience |
Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up these relations |
Hey Betty Betty, I’m tryin' to see if you adventurous |
Hey Betty Betty, I only mess with 9's and 10's and up |
Hey Betty Betty, you got some things, I’d love to photograph |
Hey Betty Betty, you heard a while, but you don’t know the half |
I missed you Betty, since I last, saw your ass at the Polo Club |
What’s the matter, can’t show no love? |
I guess you here bout them photos of, you and me on the internet |
Get over there, we ain’t finished yet |
I got a new, cam-er-a, miss Pam-el-a, and I’m fin to let |
Bobby introduce you to the helicopter, and when he through |
I bet its clear, why crackers here, ain’t trying to hear, another word from you |
I’m certain to, attract a virus, cuz using rubbers, don’t excite us |
If you ain’t cutting, don’t invite us, and I won’t return, if you stole the |
nighters |
Don’t deny us, we them boys, talkin' bout you sing with a pretty voice |
Just to fuck, and now your buck, all in my face, you made a shitty choice |
I get it moist every time I touch it, freaky deaky all out in public |
And guess where Mr. Sparxxx erupted? |
In her grill, but still, she loved it |
Now you might see me, ridin' 'Lac, with Rodney Black, on a coochie chase |
Or you might catch me with chunky Shan, at some slightly tan, white groupie’s |
place |
Then booty shake, Betty’s got, a special spot in Bubbas heart |
Puttin' cheese to her college degree, but a lot of fleas shake it up for free |
If it was up to me, you’d be with me, sippin' Beam, ridin' in between |
Lagrange and Athens, if you love me, engrave my name on your nipple ring |
I’m spiffy clean, when it comes to females, sex with me only ups your resale |
Blazin' quarters, up to ounces, keep the dimes, they done nixed the Sprewell |
How that weed smell? |
Oh I know it, that’s how these Georgia crackers grow it |
You getting high to every time you blow it, if you feelin' freaky, |
why won’t you show it? |
I don’t mind, Shan don’t mind, Jed don’t mind, WE don’t mind |
But if u scared, get on from here, cuz frankly dear, we don’t need your kind |