[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Yes sirree (uhh uhh uhh) no he didn't (uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh)
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Yeah they did (uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh)
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(Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) yeah they did..
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(Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) ..
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(Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh, freaky freaky)
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Who just stepped off in this game and foresizin them WHITE THANGS
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and invited y'all to test me wherever they MIGHT HANG?
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Didn't need no Hannibal to see Betty got NICE BRAIN
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Now they thankin I'm disturbed, believe me I'm QUITE SANE
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See we managed to find them flows somehow it's EASY Y'ALL
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Take the hardest Timmy beat massage it and MAKE IT SOFT
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Go 'head take it off, I won't tell yo' daddy baby
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I always had game but I've been extra savvy lately
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You probably saw me at the corners in that candy Dodge Ram
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Folks who ain't heard the news say, "Look at Andy, God damn"
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That must be renowned fam cause I ain't even got a Dodge
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But still that same raggy, quite import in my garage
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I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama's veins
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that I walk these dogs across this country twice to stop the pain
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So I'm handin Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry
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Now tell these sons of bitches get this gate, OPEN WIDE
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[Chorus 2X: Bubba Sparxxx]
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Here we come so please somebody tell them to get, OPEN WIDE
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Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they OPEN WIDE
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Got this thang out on the back country rollin is OPEN WIDE
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It's what? OPEN WIDE! It's what? OPEN WIDE, whoa!
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Now shit's, sorta changed, since I strolled, in this thang
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Cause I froze, on your brain, like a nose, full of 'caine
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Now I, try me a few drugs just to, find me a new buzz
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But that, time gave me too much, thank God, I finally grew up
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How could, I bring this so raw? Pack up, sing your shit on law
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You mad? Well then that's yo' loss; that's why, yo' bitch is on toss
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Drink up, if you really wanna run, y'all wild like Timmy on the drums
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They know, not to get me on the rum
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Four-fifth, that is heavy when I'm done
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Y'all want me to bust? Y'all sure y'all want me to bust?
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I'm in the zone to bust - goin adjust to the home of the fuss
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Am I versatile? Probably the best y'all heard in a while
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Have mercy child - don't just shake it twerk it with style
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Don't y'all love when I talk? How I sell it the way it was bought
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The way I was taught - really I fought this battle for naught
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And in conclusion - let me say that I'm on yo' side
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To hell with Bubba - now show your pride and OPEN WIDE
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[Chorus]
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[Sebastian]
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I was sippin pro, Remi slow, did enough to breakin the law
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Flavors froze, songs I chose 'til I get the crowd involved
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So I do shows and I lift clothes and point the mic to y'all
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Which pistol, could get yo', eyes away from the bar?
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Problem solved, stir and call the food court in the mall
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And any chick, that I saw, I got her number and all
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Help me y'all, if her closet is too small
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for some domino drawers or a piece of her, bra
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I would reckon that one of her damn digits is off
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I legitamately call and end up with a pizza that's large
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So I'm, sick of you broads and you, neighborhood stars
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Don't care about your cars like Bubba get out the yard
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Listen, damnit Bubba pay attention to my hoes with extension
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Got my vogues on suspension, got my pushes in the kitchen
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Got my streets, on a mission; got my corners with they trickin
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There's no fam in this business - came in too fast (sorry)
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[Chorus]
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Open Wide
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Bubba Sparxxx |