I the verses y'all don't deliver Take the y'all won't consider Got a loyal named Betty Who know what to do with chrome I give her
I'm on the 'bout my bank account And how to make it Then I grab the tool and take your
And I'ma watch this blew the as Jigga's It ain't the liquor I'm really Smokin' eatin' Crystal chicks On a with Bo and Kosha
Can't even fuck pencil dicks Ain't this some time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your
And you strokin' all by yourself Understand Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X I sprinkle soul in your hole And put some coal on nipple and neck
Tell your man, if he it's gettin' drastic, legend has it I this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it It's a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin' beam coke and [Incomprehensible]
And every time it's just the same I tend to aim spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful When it comes to this here the shit clear Heard to y'all comes
We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if bumpin' turn it up We weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold Chasin' multi-platinum while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up yours
in the club it's on Nevertheless gonna the somebody I could sip on A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two things to grip on A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, it, pass
And me and Bubba crunk in the club With a full of Bud in a champagne glass Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods we be call a producer when you see me
And get your ass back in the GT lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' upsize with the Witcho' right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy
You the main one tryna right, sold the broads out the game boy I beat 'em like chop, chop, chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'Kosha baby, call me
Leave your name and your number at the sound of the And get back witcha shawty Most hated by baby daddies for up happy homes When the men is on and she say no that mean she wanna bone
So partna get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha That playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean Yessuh, me and Bubba get And me and Bubba get it
We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and about it The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in callin' We stay up in the club y'all at us And say, "Damn, boys be ballin'"
We may be lame fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in lungs Close the curtains we come, boy hush until I'm done We drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours
Whassup fuck nigga, man you who you is You the ones be payin' and buyin' them gifts You mad when you out some other niggaz get it Ain't no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin' it I'm a old playa, I just pay for her dinner
buy a little liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror This the playa from the soul, love to gang up on I'm tryna let this pimp shit go 'cause I even like it no mo' See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through skanks Talk about 'em dinner, pass women like dank
Mmm hmm, and put twenty-five On the ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls That don't never come 'round no mo' shit right dere Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again That put me in this committee My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central finest Man Bo, go on again
Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm sit the rear I true to high live, this a quest for a mil' It done took a nigga different places, plenty of faces Whatever may have the cases, I thank God for His graces
See my knife'll tell the fakers, me spinnin' like breakers And every day I play awake a nigga by haters See I take a ho, and a ho, that's how we live All women bitches but see most of them is, uhh
We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' fuck Drink in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the faces fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we might end up with yours
We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques y'all settlin' for dough
Drop liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that on they toes When these start some lickin', we just might end up with yours