(Bubba Sparxxx) Here it comes again (Timbaland) Come on, come on (Bubba Sparxxx) Here it comes again (Timbaland) Come on, come on (Bubba Sparxxx) Don't I look extra slick in this Nautica? Just think, it was you that she bought it for Now you lookin through receipts tryin to audit her? Man that shit ain't really happen, I thought it up, call her up Cuss that little groupie out anyhow (uhh) I coulda done it shit I'm fuckin with Timmy now (uhh) If I had her it just woulda been in and out (uhh) Back in that Escalade, we spinnin out, women shout Bubba brought some shit and we noticed it Got them hoes stuck listenin motionless Please don't think of me as a chauvinist But I am on fire and I'm knowin this, blowin this Whole landscape to fragments And yeah you heard right I'm in Athens Can't hardly keep up with these fashions That's why forever Ralph Lauren's my passion, ask him (Bubba Sparxxx) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I betcha everything'll turn out lovely (lovely) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I'ma be a-ight just trust me (trust me) (Bubba Sparxxx) Fuck weak cash, I get mine on the slow roll Beat Club eleven thou' is the logo I ain't too far removed from the hobos Tryin to help 'em so I gotta get more dough, oh no! Bubba K done got in the zone boy That's Timmy's Bentley dawg get your own toy And as far as ladies go J lockin that Now that that's clear, where the vodka at? Bring it back I'll be takin drunkard to Stonewall Tell Jed hold my phone calls He say he wanna run but he gon' crawl You heard "Get Right" I done told y'all, don't stall Let's keep this thang movin okay bud? {Man Bubba ain't snappy} Now say what? I can see why they gon' hate us Cause we all up in they grill like breakers (Bubba Sparxxx) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I betcha everything'll turn out lovely (lovely) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I'ma be a-ight just trust me (trust me) (Bubba Sparxxx) Boy you ain't blowin nuttin but hot air All on the charts, how you got there? Then again, ain't no secret it's not fair But Bubba got 'em single the top scared, stop there Met this little Betty through Demon Jones And she love to slurp it up 'til the semen's gone She must like the taste, she won't leave me 'lone That might sound sick but to each your own, freak it on All types of kinky lil' fetishes All stimulants and all sedatives Got interracial sense but I'm devilish And Betty when I aim I never miss, tell 'em this Bubba don't run with no lame ducks Think he got a big dick but he can't fuck That's why when you call us you hang up And I just shot a load on that same slut (Bubba Sparxxx) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I betcha everything'll turn out lovely (lovely) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I'ma be a-ight just trust me (trust me) (Timbaland) Gimme a minute. gimme a minute. gimme a minute. trust me Gimme a minute. gimme a minute. lovely Gimme a minute. gimme a minute. I'm in this

Heat it up when this shit drop {*2X*} Bubba Sparxxx, Collipark () Heat it up when this shit drop In them big spots Where the players let them bottles pop See the steam on her back when her hips pop She get it real hot, so heat it up girl Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there {*4X*} (1) What it is, how are things My phone was on silent for a minute now it rings If you too cool, then I'm too cool Let's not boo-who, let's just do what we do Movin on, new song, new loan Sometimes you can move right and still do wrong Aint nothin' fancy, just line up and run it By the time you've finished talkin' bout it, I'll be done done it Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx Do the Ying-Yang thang or anythang, I'm just a star Ms. New Booty, thank you ma'am Bottom broad brought me back, dawg this money changing hands A lot this way, a little thattaway Earn Sunday through Friday, spend on Saturday Yeah that's the play, get it up and keep it up there Heat it up slow, let him quickly beat it up, Yeah () (2) What it is, tell me the good news I got a tool in my draws that you should use Give that thang a good bruise, beat it on up Girl you've been misused, heat it on up I'm gone show you, what it was made for Actin' like you scared and unprepared, but you ain't though Grab your ankles, yeah that's the angle I'm gone make a stank hoe of daddy's little angel I'm at the condo, with General Patton Losers make excuses, winners make it happen We can pull the rides out, give you somethin to cry about Give you somethin to lie about, inspiration while you pout We can pull the broads out, in a straight line Yours ain't fine fuck it, here, take mines Dude you way behind, get on Bubba K. time I'm lightyears ahead, have a light beer instead, yeah () - 2X