Bubba Sparxxx

Bubba Sparxxx - Handle of Beam songtekst

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Back in the day he was outta control

Need another standoff but his music ate y'all

That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam

Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams

Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball

We soaked up the game, fish grits and all

And now look what the south done let up out they mouth

Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out



Buckle up, look daddy, cause Bubba K come to play

All these crackers livin' good, that ain't what my stomach say

Every slutty U-G-A who daddy pay they way

Wanted me to stay and play, well Betty gotta pay to lay

I really hate to say you can't elevate to this

But if I settle for your level I ain't never make the hits

Me and ? tight as shit on the demo, fore we send it

And I'm tryna fuck these tits on this bimbo fore I end it

See I'm off balance, and I just bought a half a gallon

Of Jim Beam cause it seems to cultivate this talent

That I got in my hot, why don't you ask the slums

Or them folks who get they crumbs using microphones and drums

Or go to where I'm from, in LaGrange for a change

But be careful, it gets muddy, get a stain on your range

The shame made you change, you could look me eye to eye

Cause Bubba got that fire, tell the truth, you like it, aye



Back in the day he was outta control

Need another standoff but his music ate y'all

That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam

Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams

Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball

We soaked up the game, fish grits and all

And now look what the south done let up out they mouth

Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out



I'm touchin' down off the loot, with Jen and a group

Of jazzy little females to buy, cut and resell

Oh we hell, like prerogatory gone sour

And it's got me eating ? every hour on the hour

I'm pissin' in the shower cause my toilet's overflowin'

Then I hit ghetto ?, I know he got that ? blowin'

Look my toes is showin' through these four year old Brooke's

Bubba actin' shady, got my ex old lady shook

She know that I'm a crook by the chances that I took

So it's normal buyin' Polo's to enhance the way I look

But I won't close the book cause this stress killed us both

Then meet me at the Grammys with the scissors and the roach

I'm ? on the coach like Sean Paul and J-Bo

My Bloodz awful Young though, I'm using drugs to halo

Ain't no way in hell I'm a fail now

Where's some Colli ? buddy could you put this bail out



Back in the day he was outta control

Need another standoff but his music ate y'all

That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam

Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams

Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball

We soaked up the game, fish grits and all

And now look what the south done let up out they mouth

Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out



You see I can't sang a lick but I rap till I'm outta spit

And I heard your girl remark how Bubba is hot as shit

So now I got the hit but make no mistake, I break

As soon as she make me shake, just in time for y'all day to day

I break the ? today if I'm longer than Mr. Black

Scott ? had a half of home grown, and we twistin' that

Now Athens up on the map, you could hate me or give me dap

But I was a part of that, drankin' miller straight out the tap

And I'm strapped with thirty ? and a sheet of that jelly-jelly

With them Rucker boys and ? pushin' the heavy chevy

Lookin' for Betty-Betty's just talkin' bout cutty-cutty

Bring your sister, your niece and especially your study buddy

And Bubba a lovey-dovey wit y'all two at a time

Fuck these lames in this game, seeming too mad to shine

Man, be glad you rhyme, ? and we stay good

And when Bubba's holdin' fort, make sure you listen good



Back in the day he was outta control

Need another standoff but his music ate y'all

That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam

Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams

Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball

We soaked up the game, fish grits and all

And now look what the south done let up out they mouth

Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out



Back in the day he was outta control

Need another standoff but his music ate y'all

That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam

Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams

Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball

We soaked up the game, fish grits and all

And now look what the south done let up out they mouth

Country ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out



I wanted all y'all hatin' motherfuckers

To put this bitch in ya tapedeck

Let it bump for a minute, let it marinate

Take it backwards, how you love that

I ain't yours no more sir, no more

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