I drop the y'all don't deliver Take the chances y'all consider Got a loyal broad Betty Who know what to do that chrome I give her
I'm on the Thinkin 'bout my account And how to make it Then I the tool and take your jewels
And I'ma watch this blew the as Jigga's It ain't the liquor I'm really Smokin' eatin' Crystal chicks On a rollercoaster with Bo and
even fuck witch'all pencil dicks Ain't this shit? Every time we inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us snatch your bitch
And leave you all by yourself Understand Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy And put some coal on your nipple and
your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, legend has it I know mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it just 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 towards spittin thangs, it's classical so When it comes to this here make the shit Heard to y'all natural
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 faces fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all for dough
Drop liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains 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
Step in the it's on Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I sip on A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two tight things to on A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, it, light it, pass
And me and Bubba crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods we be Better a producer when you see me
And get ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' with the Gameboy Witcho' mind go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy
You the main one tryna stall right, the broads out the game boy I beat 'em down chop, chop, chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout baby, call me
your name and your number at the sound of the beep And I'll get witcha shawty Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up homes the men is on and she don't say no Then that mean she wanna
So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just Kosha That Southern playa with a stroke keep 'em wet like a ocean Yessuh, me and get rowdy And me and get bout it
We are violators we 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, boys be ballin'"
We may be wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the faces fold Chasin' plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
that liquid 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
fuck nigga, man you know who you is You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' gifts You mad you find out some other niggaz get it Ain't no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin' it I'm a old school playa, I pay for her dinner
Maybe buy a little liquor, I spend some talk in the This the from the soul, love to gang up on hoes I'm let this pimp shit go 'cause I don't even like it no mo' See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through skanks about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank
Mmm hmm, and put twenty-five On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right 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 snap
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, seen of faces Whatever may been the cases, I thank God for His graces
See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like 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 fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces Chasin' multi-platinum plaques y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up yours
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 roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm We gon' drink, we smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up yours