| Here it comes again
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| Come on, come on
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| Here it comes again
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| Come on, come on
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| Don’t I look extra slick in this Nautica?
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| Just think, it was you that she bought it for
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| Now you lookin through receipts tryin to audit her?
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| Man that shit ain’t really happen, I thought it up, call her up
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| Cuss that little groupie out anyhow (uhh)
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| I coulda done it shit I’m fuckin with Timmy now (uhh)
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| If I had her it just woulda been in and out (uhh)
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| Back in that Escalade, we spinnin out, women shout
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| Bubba brought some shit and we noticed it
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| Got them hoes stuck listenin motionless
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| Please don’t think of me as a chauvinist
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| But I am on fire and I’m knowin this, blowin this
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| Whole landscape to fragments
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| And yeah you heard right I’m in Athens
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| Can’t hardly keep up with these fashions
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| That’s why forever Ralph Lauren’s my passion, ask him
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| + (Timmy)
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| Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute)
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| I betcha everything’ll turn out lovely (lovely)
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| Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute)
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| I’ma be a-ight just trust me (trust me)
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| Fuck weak cash, I get mine on the slow roll
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| Beat Club eleven thou' is the logo
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| I ain’t too far removed from the hobos
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| Tryin to help 'em so I gotta get more dough, oh no!
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| Bubba K done got in the zone boy
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| That’s Timmy’s Bentley dawg get your own toy
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| And as far as ladies go J lockin that
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| Now that that’s clear, where the vodka at? |
| Bring it back
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| I’ll be takin drunkard to Stonewall
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| Tell Jed hold my phone calls
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| He say he wanna run but he gon' crawl
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| You heard «Get Right» I done told y’all, don’t stall
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| Let’s keep this thang movin okay bud?
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| Now say what?
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| I can see why they gon' hate us
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| Cause we all up in they grill like breakers
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| Boy you ain’t blowin nuttin but hot air
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| All on the charts, how you got there?
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| Then again, ain’t no secret it’s not fair
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| But Bubba got 'em single the top scared, stop there
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| Met this little Betty through Demon Jones
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| And she love to slurp it up 'til the semen’s gone
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| She must like the taste, she won’t leave me 'lone
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| That might sound sick but to each your own, freak it on
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| All types of kinky lil' fetishes
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| All stimulants and all sedatives
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| Got interracial sense but I’m devilish
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| And Betty when I aim I never miss, tell 'em this
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| Bubba don’t run with no lame ducks
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| Think he got a big dick but he can’t fuck
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| That’s why when you call us you hang up
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| And I just shot a load on that same slut
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| — repeat 2X
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| Gimme a minute. |
| gimme a minute. |
| gimme a minute. |
| trust me
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| Gimme a minute. |
| gimme a minute. |
| lovely
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| Gimme a minute. |
| gimme a minute. |
| my minute’s up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lovely , by - Bubba Sparxxx. Song from the album Dark Days, Bright Nights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп