Lyrics:
NEW HAIRDO AND YOUR DANCIN SHOES FOR MAKIN ME LOOK BAD DAMN YOU BUBBA AND YOUR 50 DOLLAR BANK ROLL BRAND NEW JEANS I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS YOU MUSTA
Hahahahahahahaha
Where Bubba at, oh
He down the hall, talkin' nonsense baby
You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full
But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips
a half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?
{Bubba}
Nah but I might walk up in Kroger,
the thousand dollars and I asked him when we'll do it and he told me that it wont be long
Bubba Sparxxx, Who do you think you are
Yeh, You been f***in over fans
pay to shine
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Now I done came a ways up this long road
In spite of the lies that y'all told
Believe me these folks is all cold
From
(feat. Killer Mike, Cool Breeze)
[Intro - Bubba Sparxxx]
Haha, yeah
It is I (it is I)
I don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that
(feat. Killer Mike, Cool Breeze)
[Intro - Bubba Sparxxx]
Haha, yeah
It is I (it is I)
I don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that
Three dollar grams, three dollar grams
Three dollar grams, three dollar grams
I need a tok I need to smoke
Three dollar grams
But I am broke yes oh
Baby, was ich will, ist, dass du bleibst
Denn du bist so wie Zucker, Zucker, so wie Hubba Bubba
Rauche mit dir Shisha Eisbonbon
Booty wie Bazooka,
When we O.T. cut it with bakin' soda, acquire now
Strategize, gettin' paper like the [Incomprehensible] Jamaicans
And them George Chain niggaz and watch
you, bubba
Only the block hiring, so we pullin' doubles
I got work, you can't find me
For all the ones that drive me
Fuck you niggas entirely
That hate
this is fucking white gold
Bitch body perfect like my Bubba Kush weed rolls
Putting 100-dollar bills in my 'Gucci Bi-Fold
Got at brand new Chiron with
[VERSE I-Bubba Sparxxx]
I come, they go
I run, they slow
I ain't ashamed that I did what I did
I just live how I live, you don't like it, say so
sick of this
We do this everyday
A singular dollar
Is all we have to pay
Cross the road
With the haste
Going to acquire
The frozen taste
The icy
after day
We gotta pay the prize
For what we choose
So please step aside
No one can tell me what to do
Dollars can buy you collars
But can't acquire your
of wealth
Things we acquire means fuel for the fire
The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn
Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us
never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
This crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole
money
It's my desire for something
I gotta acquire for someone
She layin' in a
Hospital bed
Woke up and thought she was dead
How did she process
Bird dog just had her puppies
That's a hundred dollars cash apiece
This ol' boy struck it country rich
At least for a couple of weeks
I owe my
on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club
Fucking up the game, bitch you gets
Well, I got news for you Bubba, you can hop on this
A moneyed moron; got more dollars than he got sense
But he's lucky as a horse shoe... Yeah, and just
dollar
Let's get it going, Let's get it right
Let's start communicating, open up your line
Open up the steel drums, hoping what you'll find
Is a little
the feds if you want a war, and they sent them bitches in
The revolution is the genocide
Yeah, my execution might be televised
Cross niggas like Bubba
stick
Nine ball in the corner pocket,
Twenty dollars gone
Two Bubba's standin' toe to toe about to get it on
That'll make you wanna drink
Say, what
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