| There goes that damn Bubba just bein his country self
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| Slide inside Timmy’s track and ride it 'til nothing’s left
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| Bet you then they’ll get the picture, a legendary mixture
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| Like Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir?
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| Drank it, that’ll fix ya, why you angry anyway?
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| I’m in the same mud as you, been dirty for plenty days
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| Okay, let’s get it on, in any shape form or fashion
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| At the Tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens
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| Y’all still don’t hear me? |
| Am I not speakin clearly?
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| I just throw y’all little lames on any trash heap that’s near me
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| Fuck 'em, hot damn 'em, really, to hell with 'em
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| Send 'em to Nelly B (?), and certainly they’ll get 'em
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| I really don’t have to answer to questions that y’all present me
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| But I know why after this here session, y’all resent me
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| Never the one to fuss, just smile and let 'em walk
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| Okey-dokey, now they knowin how Bubba talk
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| Y’all don’t know me a’tall
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| I say the same thang but slower than y’all
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| A little Southern charm to top it off
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| Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk
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| Y’all don’t know me a’tall
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| I say the same thang but slower than y’all
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| A little Southern charm to top it off
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| Okey-dokey — SPIT BOY!
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| This time it gets ugly, my folks done got to drankin
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| Some rednecks and thugs in the club, now what you thankin?
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| Hopped up and stankin, bankin on Bubba’s rise
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| All up on that Betty you got, with rubber thighs
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| Can’t help but love them guys, they happy they out the country
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| But the country’s still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy
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| Lawd this boy’s gone, from dirty to fast speed
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| And if she don’t visit, we snatchin that rare squeeze
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| If you mad leave, this is not yo' type of party
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| Some Jim Beam with gin and Henn with white Bacardi
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| Yeah we quite retarded but hell you only live once
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| Still talkin Bubba but I can’t complete the sentence
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| I slowly let my anger turn to just concern
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| For y’alls well bein, I’m seein there’s much to earn
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| In this money pit of music, this dummy shit’s amusin
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| That’s what you think it is? |
| Meet me at the bank with this
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| I’ll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port (?)
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| Y’all can’t run with me, stay on the porch please
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| There’s somethin special, about Bubba’s mannerisms
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| That’s why they should accept, any helpin hand I give 'em
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| I don’t know, is it me, or is this industry foul?
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| They used to be sugar but they shit to me now
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| Get in and get bent, that’s enough then cut me off
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| No matter what it cost it’s worth it when Bubba talk
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| — repeat 2X |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bubba Talk , by - Bubba Sparxxx. Song from the album Dark Days, Bright Nights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп