Wicked World (feat. Dan Rockett) - Bubba Sparxxx, Mr. Collipark & Ying Yang Twins

Kick ass, quick fast, Bubba back Where I was that sorry muh'fucker at Everywhere we have on repeat The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street Part of there where dude by the Duvall Man the fuck up, perservere through all I don't wanna talk, give a fuck who calls Oh it's momma, tell her I'll be there in eight Just a big day, 100 K and live great Headed this way Stumpy and D-Ray Somebody gotta eat, might as well be Me and my seed, well B let's see How quickly we can turn this kid In the brand new verse I did A lot more one time with a lot less That life was a mess, this not stress I can do this standin on my head Them bitches end up wantin me for dead But they should've used a cannon and the lead So now it's my turn, tell 'em what I said It's no such thing as fate, just what you make It's no Tooth Fairy, just a toothache It is a heaven though and it got a big gate Saint Peter, meet my friend Ben Frank... When I'm bangin on the gates of heaven! When my TIME is heaven-sent! Bangin on the gates of heaven! Saint Peter come and let me in! Let me in the gate, nah I ain't on the list I ain't got a hot pink band on my wrist Probably got a lil' contraband in my piss I ain't live my whole life plannin for this I thumbed through the Bible, scanned the Quran Not the most righteous man in the land Hunted with the lions, ran with the lambs My +Uncle+ raped me, that ain't natural Sam We all got a story, most got a saga Still hear the truth that's spoke by my father Jim Beam sales has hope by the bottle Life may suck but you don't gotta swallow Love that man and his backwoods proverbs Also love big tits or knockers Even if they not hers shout to the doctor Well Saint Pete, let us in, she gotcha... Well I've been bangin on the gates of heaven! When my TIME is heaven-sent! Bangin on the gates of heaven! SAINT PETER come and let me in! Oh yeah! E'rybody runnin everything and anything E'rybody think they should be doin bigger things Don't nobody wanna see it how it really is Don't nobody really celebrate your big event They just showed up hopin they can get laid End up swingin dicks case, but in a bitch case Make sure the T and A thing is in place Then get shit-faced, daddy's little disgrace Might make a mistake, might catch a big break Either way she wanna infiltrate that big gate Maybe heaven is a club that never shuts Down and the bill never has to be settled up... Well I been rollin with the devil every chance I GET! Now ya, see the shape I'm in Well I've been bangin on the gates of heaven! When my TIIIIME is heaven-sent! Bangin on the gates of heaven! Saint PETER come and let me in Well I've been bangin on the gates! Bangin on the gates, Lord I'm bangin on, bang on the Saint Peter, come and let me in Ohhh, Saint Peter!

Step into the garden We're gonna lock the gate We gotta keep out the sinners We gotta keep out the hate Look at the horizon The time is coming near Look out at the world on fire Look at the people frozen in fear We won't listen to their crying They had their chance to see the light We won't be handing out no pardons 'Cause the world is gonna end tonight See the rabbits running See the mountains shake Now the sea is flooding And the earth begins to quake Hear the boom of thunder It sounds just like the voice Should have listened closer when they Went and made that choice We won't listen to their screaming They had their chances to do what's right They'll be begging for forgiveness 'Cause the world is gonna end tonight Those non-believers I'll buy their path They're gonna burn forever They're gonna burn to ash So take heave young heathen Listen to me close You either in or out And you're stuck with what you chose We won't listen to your begging You had your chance to stand and fight And now you end your days in darkness 'Cause the world is gonna end tonight

(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