If It’s Bumpin’

Lyrics

[Bubba Sparxxx] I drop the verses y'all don't deliver Take the chances y'all won't consider Got a loyal broad named Betty who Know what to do with that chrome I give her I'm on the shitter Thinkin bout my bank account and how to make it bigger Then I grab the tool and take your jewels Now my watch is blue, the same as Jigga's It ain't the liquor I'm really sick, smokin Shwag eatin Crystal chicks On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha Can't even fuck witch'all pencil dicks Ain't this some shit? Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch And leave you strokin all by yourself Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-R-triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole And put some cold on your nip and neck Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin drastic, legend has it I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin Beam with Coke in both, and every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful When it comes to this here make the shit clear Hurtin y'all comes natural [Hook] We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin for dough Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep the flaw on they toes When these broads start selecting, we just might end up with yours [Kosha] Step in the club it's on Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on A seat with a view in the V.I.P., and got two tight stallions to grip on A bag of trees to put my lip on - gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass And me and Bubba gettin crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass Puttin it down for the B.C., in the backwoods where we be Better call a producer when you see me And get your ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin up lookin just for a name boy Throwin' up signs with the gang boy Witcho' mind bout gone on that cane boy, it's a shame boy You the main one tryna start fights over broads I spit game boy I beat 'em down like chop chop chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone On my cell phone they callin, talkin 'bout "Kosha baby, call me" Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep And I'll get back witcha shawty Most hated by baby daddies for breakin up happy homes When I'm in the zone and she don't say no then that mean she wanna bone So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy (rowdy) And me and Bubba get bout it (bout it) When you violate us, we annihilate you, no ifs ands buts about it The air up here stay cloudy, I originated shot callin' We step in the club, y'all look at us And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin" [Hook] We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin for dough Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep the flaw on they toes When these broads start selecting, we just might end up with yours [Bo Hagon] 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 niggas get it Ain't payin no bills just stayin real and still be hittin it I'm a old school playa I just pay for her dinner Maybe buy a little liquor - I spit some talk in the mirror This the playa from the soul; love to gang up on hoes I'm tryna let this pimp shit go cause I don't even like it no mo' See these niggas that I hang with they just run through these skanks Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank [Interlude: Bubba] Mmm-hmm, and I'ma put twenty-five On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin around wit G.O. again That put me in this backwoods committee My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgia's finest Man Bo, go on snap again [Bo Hagon] Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm gon' spit the real By stayin true to how I live, this here quest for a mil' Done took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces Whatever may have been the cases I thank God for his graces See my knack for telling fakers, kept me spinnin like breakers And every day a playa wake up, nigga learnin by haters See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh [Hook] We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin for dough Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep the flaw on they toes When these broads start selecting, we just might end up with yours We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin for dough Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep the flaw on they toes When these broads start selecting, we just might end up with yours