[Chorus - voice] (background singer) My (Tell me do you it) My slang (Tell me do you it) I'm girl (Tell me do you it), OW! (Tell me do you it) jazzy (Tell me do you it) I'm so baby (Tell me do you it) jazzy (Tell me do you it) OW! (Tell me do you it), c'mon
1] Yeah, I'll be damned if I the slick son gun y'all seen Walkin like a swallowed up the at Walgreens Never did I love her, sorry baby it was all Who you think you with?, this Jimmy Mathis' offspring Forty I was deep on the I was there knock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of You know a rule, in and out before the snare And as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out hair (OH) Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got six twelves, amps, three sluts, what's hot I told ya once hot shot, you done too hot Reach inside that tool box, there is when the stops
2] Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a boulder And I ain't gotta the chain, or hit the mall to show ya I hibernate a while and call ya when it's over know where I'm headed but it's pretty far from sober Yeah I fucked up in life, but start it over momma said that God said he got a party for ya And I'm a give ya lord, every beat a I owe ya It sounds a bit but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier (OW) you know about balin hay in that South Georgia heat Very few roads are paved, still I do it for the a heap a shit to lose, but there's even more to keep If you feelin froggy baby, better look you leap
3] Baby it's the tone, that got me gettin 'Georgia Like Shondon, with Steven on the phone Or it's the slang, that got me gettin down my brains on the plane, met this in Fort Mayne And you can blame the jazziest persona But it's classy broad that get in the sauna Bubba's the slickest, how else is there to word it I'll just plead my case, and then let y'all the verdict