If It's Bumpin Testo

[Bubba Sparxxx]I drop the verses y'all don't deliverTake the chances y'all won't considerGot a loyal broad named Betty whoknow what to do with that chrome I give herI'm on the shitterthinkin bout my bank account and how to make it biggerThen I grab the tool and take your jewelsand I'ma watch this blew the same as Jigga'sIt ain't the liquor I'm really sick, smokin Shwag eatin Crystal chicksOn a rollercoaster with Bo and KoshaCan't even fuck witch'all pencil dicksAin't this some shit?Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guesswhich one of us gon' snatch your bitchand leave you strokin all by yourselfUnderstand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-R-triple XI sprinkle soul in your pussy holeand put some coal on your nipple and neckTell your man, if he flex it's gettin drastic, legend has itI know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have itIt's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veinsI'm mixin Beam with Coke and (?), and every time it's still just the sameI tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterfulWhen it comes to this here make the shit clearHeard to y'all comes natural[Chorus]We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin wanna fuckDrink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin turn it upWe gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces foldChasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin for doughDrop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungsClose the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toesWhen these broads start some lickin, we just might end up with yours[Kosha]Step in the club it's onNevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip onA seat with a view in the V.I.P., and got two tight things to grip onA bag of trees to put my lip on - gotta cut it, roll it, light it, passAnd me and Bubba gettin crunk in the clubwith a tape full of Bud in a champagne glassPuttin it down for the B.C., in the backwoods where we beBetter call a producer when you see meand get your ass right back in the GTY'all lame boys, hangin up lookin just for a name boyGoin upsize with the GameboyWitcho' mind right go out lookin for a cane boy, it's a shame boyYou the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boyI beat 'em down like chop chop chopYessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em aloneOn my cell phone they callin, talkin 'bout "Kosha baby, call me"Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beepand I'll get back witcha shawtyMost hated by baby daddies for breakin up happy homesWhen the men is on and she don't say no then that mean she wanna boneSo partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein KoshaThat Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a oceanYessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy (rowdy)And me and Bubba get bout it (bout it)We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs ands buts about itThe air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shotcallinWe stay up in the club y'all look at usand say, "Damn, them boys be ballin"[Chorus][Bo Hagin]Whassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is (you know)You the ones be payin hoes and buyin them gifts (trick ass)You mad when you find out some other niggaz get itAin't payin no bills just stayin real and still be hittin itI'm a old school playa I just pay for her dinnerMaybe buy a little liquor - I spend some talk in the mirrorThis the playa from the soul; love to gang up on hoesI'm tryna let this pimp shit go cause I don't even like it no mo'See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanksTalk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank[Interlude: Bubba]Mmm-hmm, and I'ma put twenty-fiveon the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rollsthat don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dereCountry-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin around wit G.O. againThat put me in this backwoods committeeMy ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgia's finestMan Bo, go on snap again[Bo Hagin]Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rearI stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil'It done took a nigga different places, seen plenty of facesWhatever may have been the cases I thank God for his gracesSee my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin like breakersAnd every day I play awake a nigga learnin by hatersSee I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we liveAll women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh[Chorus] - repeat 2X