| Usually I wouldn’t brag but I’ve been bustin since my puberty
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| In a Cadillac that ride with five guls and they nudity
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| You can bring yo' best words, I bet I still outrep you brutally
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| Low down dirty and beautiful, who wanna test my verbal side?
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| Boy I’m fly-n-tie (?), especially when I let that herbal fly
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| Southern fried, cool kid, soaked in country culture
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| Leave you dead, peep your bread, a value meal for them busters
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| Shit I’m steppin off in the tunnel with a funnel of Keystone
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| Ate a ten-strip of blotter, been wiggin all week long
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| Y’all keep on, with that jibbery jabbery slippin out happily
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| Expose you pretty hoes with a dose of this hospitality
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| Gravity in yo' trunk while yo' producers forgot the bump
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| We introduce you to these high hats like that, yo' spot is krunk
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| This blunt, I put the fire to, I really do admire you
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| But even though Bubba dirty, he certainly fin' to shine too
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| I hope you can swim if you wanna battle
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| You’re up shit creek without a paddle
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| Whatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and slaughter
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| Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, take’m to the water
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| I hope you can swim if you wanna battle
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| You’re up shit creek without a paddle
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| Y’all ain’t ready (y'all ain’t ready)
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| Y’all ain’t ready — take’m to the water
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| See momma named me lil' devil, that ain’t no relation to Satan
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| Ain’t got no patience for hatin, I’ll be at the station awaitin
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| The arrival of that DJ that don’t replay unless we pay
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| I stormed the beach like D-Day, now that bitch play, when we say
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| I’m with D.K., ain’t no N.Y., and we been fly, since gin (?)
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| Sips bourbon with a twist, Bubba lurkin in your midstWithout my dick perverted
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| this cause y’all was smellin vaginal
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| Been bumped wrong, one too many times for actin rational
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| D.K. |
| I bomb folks, man I throw heat like I was John Smokes
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| But mine from a gun though, change yo' name to John Doe
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| Shit, have your whole family Mourning like Alonzo
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| Then go back to my condo, so I can let my kind grow
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| Is you blind folk? |
| Why you can’t see bigger thangs?
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| Don’t rup on this stage, cause ain’t no bitch-ass nigga mayn
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| And my mob ain’t either, don’t make me have to play a song
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| With my lil' chrome heater, bet that and (?) punk nigga
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| Now get it get it crunk, like jumpoffs, B.K. |
| they trippin
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| I’m fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off, cause I ain’t slippin
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| Just hippin you to this real shit, so get in where you fit
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| Sittin on lean, off that Jim Beam, fin' to throw a fit
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| From A.T.H. |
| to Atlanta, Louisiana, Savannah
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| Sippin gin and Tropicana while Georgia play Alabama
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| Might stumble over a freestyle and pick up like a scanner
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| Turn the mics off lost, somebody call the light boss
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| Aww shit
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| Boy I’m out here chasin daddy lucid, shit Satan produced it
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| Switched from duce-duces to substance abuse nuisance
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| Fuckin these loose gooses, raw dick, we all sick
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| I’m goin skinny dippin after y’all hit (aww shit)
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| That country fuckin Bubba hit his head and lost his mind
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| Eight grand for a Roley? |
| That only just bought you time
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| I’m in line waitin to grind, it’s too cloudy for me to shine
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| I’mma keep this bitch krunk, get rowdy, while you recline
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| And in time, I’mma jump this fuckin ship, and run and get
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| My crown in every town, I lay it down, when I spit
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| This shit, is so much more than white folks and white thangs
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| Or black folks and black thangs, just bounce if the track bangs
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| You lack game, Bubba got that shit goin two for fifty
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| Communicatin cool with them country folk, strictly
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| Just hit me, on the beep, whenever, cause I don’t sleep
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| Two thousand, every week, take a peep, before you leap
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| — repeat 2X |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Takem' To The Water , by - Bubba Sparxxx. Song from the album Dark Days, Bright Nights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп