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