I drop the verses don't deliver Take the chances y'all won't Got a broad named Betty Who know what to do with that I give her
I'm on the 'bout my bank account And how to it bigger Then I grab the tool and take your
And I'ma watch this the same as Jigga's It ain't the liquor I'm really Smokin' Shwag Crystal chicks On a rollercoaster Bo and Kosha
Can't even witch'all pencil dicks this some shit? Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna Which one of us gon' snatch bitch
And leave you all by yourself Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R X I sprinkle soul in your hole And put some on your nipple and neck
Tell man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, legend has it I know this mob spell G-A and no delay they'll let him have it It's a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm beam with coke and [Incomprehensible]
And every it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, classical so masterful When it comes to this make the shit clear Heard to y'all comes
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 roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they When broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours
Step in the it's on Nevertheless gonna find the 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 cut it, roll it, light it, pass
And me and Bubba crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne it down for the B C, in the backwoods where we be Better a producer when you see me
And get your ass right in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a boy upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a boy, it's a shame boy
You the one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy I 'em down like chop, chop, chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em On my cell phone callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, call me
Leave your name and number at the sound of the beep And I'll get back witcha Most hated by baby daddies for up happy homes When the men is on and she say no Then that mean she bone
So don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean Yessuh, me and Bubba get And me and get bout it
We are we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it The air up stay cloudy, I originate in shot callin' We stay up in the y'all look at us And say, "Damn, them be ballin'"
We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck Drink 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 settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that in your lungs Close the here we come, boy hush until I'm done We drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these 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 find out other niggaz get it Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and still be it I'm a old school playa, I just pay for her
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 I don't even like it no mo' See these niggaz that I hang with they run through these skanks Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like
Mmm hmm, and put twenty-five On the them ol' ass Mercedes Rolls That don't never come no mo' that shit right dere Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again That put me in this backwoods My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west Georgia's finest Man Bo, go on snap
Man, I'm tell it like it is, I'm gon' 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 been the cases, I God for His graces
See my tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers And day I play awake a nigga learnin' by haters See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we All women ain't but see most of them is, uhh
We may be lame wanna fight, may be wanna fuck Drink in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep floss on they toes When these broads some lickin', we just might end up with yours
We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' fuck Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' fold Chasin' plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy until I'm done We drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up yours