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If It’s Bumpin’
Bubba Sparxxx feat. Kasha & Bo Hagon
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I drop the verse and y'all don't deliver
Take the chances y'all won't consider
Got a lawyer broad named Betty who
Know what to do with that chrome I give her
I'm on this shit thinking 'bout my bank account
And how to make it bigger
Then I grab the pistol and take your jewels
Now my watch is blue the same as Jigga's
It ain't the liquor, I'm really sick
That shit got me seeing clear as a sewer
On a roller coaster with Bo and Kosher
Can't even fuck with y'all pencil niggas
Ain't this some shit every time we step
Inside the club y'all trying to guess
Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch
And leave your ass out by yourself
Understand this Bubba Sparxxx
S-P-A-R-triple X
I sprinkle sodium in some holy
Put something cold on your nigga's neck
Tell your man if he flex it's getting drastic
Legend has it I know this mob
Spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it
It's just a habit repping Athens and LaGrange
It's in my veins, I'm mixing Beam and fucking both
And every time it still blends the same
I tend to aim towards spitting things
It's classical, so masterful
When it comes to this here make this shit clear
Hurt y'all 'cause naturally
We make these lames wanna fight
Make these bitches wanna suck
Straight bourbon in a cup
When it's bumping turn it up
We gon' wig, we gon' roll
Watching Franklin face his foes
Chasing multi-platinum plaques
While y'all settling for gold
Drop that liquid on your tongue
Put that pussy in your lungs
'Cause the thuggers here we come
Boy hush until I'm done
We gon' count, we gon' walk
Keep them flaws on they toes
When these broads start selecting
We just might end up with those
When I step in the club it's on
Nevertheless gonna find a little something I can sip on
A seat with a view in the VIP
And 'bout two tight stacks to grip on
A bag of the herb to put my lip on
Got a clip for a silly ass nigga ass
And me and Bubba getting crunk at a club
With a tape full of goods and champagne glasses
Put it down for the deep sea
In the backwoods with BB
Better throw up a deuce when you see me
Or get your ass ran back in TP
Y'all lame boys
Acting up just for a name boy
Throwing up signs for the game boy
With your mind by going on the game boy
It's a shame boy
You the main one trying to start fights over broads
I spit game boy
Beat 'em down like chop chop chop
Yes sir cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
On my cell phone they calling
Tell me Kosher baby call me
Leave your name and your number
The sound of the beep and I'll get back with you shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for breaking up happy homes
When I'm in the zone and she don't say no
Then it means she wanna fuck
No partner don't get me wrong
I'm just being Kosher
That southern player with a stroke
That keep 'em wet like an ocean
Yes sir me and Bubba get rowdy
And me and Bubba get bodied
We violate us we annihilate you
No if and buts about it
The air up here stay cloudy
I originated shot calling
We step in the club y'all look at us
And say damn them boys be balling
We make these lames wanna fight
Make these bitches wanna suck
Straight bourbon in a cup
When it's bumping turn it up
We gon' wig, we gon' roll
Watching Franklin face his foes
Chasing multi-platinum plaques
While y'all settling for gold
Drop that liquid on your tongue
Put that pussy in your lungs
'Cause the thuggers here we come
Boy hush until I'm done
We gon' count, we gon' walk
Keep them flaws on they toes
When these broads start selecting
We just might end up with those
What's up fucking girl man you know who you is
You the ones be passing whores and buying them gifts
You get mad when you find out some other nigga lookin'
Ain't paying no bills just staying real and still be hittin'
I'm an old school player I just pay for a dinner
Maybe buy a little liquor I spit some talk in the middle
Just a player from the soul of the gang up on whores
But I'm trying to let this pimp shit go
'Cause I don't even like it no more
See these niggas that I hang with
They just run through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner pass women like hands
Mmm hmm
And I'ma put 25 on them old fire ass Mercedes Rolls
And don't ever come around no more on that shit right there
Country ass Bubba Sparxxx
And you fucking around with Geo again
Don't put me down with this backwoods committee
My ace Kosher, Bo Hagin
West Central Georgia's finest
Man Bo gon' snap again
Man I'm gon' tell it like it is
I'm gon' spit the real
By staying true to how I live
This a quest for a mill
Done took a dick in different places
Seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have been the cases
I thank God for his graces
See my knack for telling fakers
Kept me spinning like crackers
And every day a player waker
Nigga learning by haters
See you take a whore and shake a whore
That's how we live
All women ain't bitches but see most of 'em is
We make these lames wanna fight
Make these bitches wanna suck
Straight bourbon in a cup
When it's bumping turn it up
We gon' wig, we gon' roll
Watching Franklin face his foes
Chasing multi-platinum plaques
While y'all settling for gold
Drop that liquid on your tongue
Put that pussy in your lungs
'Cause the thuggers here we come
Boy hush until I'm done
We gon' count, we gon' walk
Keep them flaws on they toes
When these broads start selecting
We just might end up with those
We make these lames wanna fight
Make these bitches wanna suck
Straight bourbon in a cup
When it's bumping turn it up
We gon' wig, we gon' roll
Watching Franklin face his foes
Chasing multi-platinum plaques
While y'all settling for gold
Drop that liquid on your tongue
Put that pussy in your lungs
'Cause the thuggers here we come
Boy hush until I'm done
We gon' count, we gon' walk
Keep them flaws on they toes
When these broads start selecting
We just might end up with those