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Bubba and the Yard Deer

de Rick & Bubba

Hahahahahahahaha
Where Bubba at, oh
He down the hall, talkin' nonsense baby

You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just ? and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up cuz, we can do it, however you gon' pursue it
I went from big balls to sticks y'all, but still ain't nothin' to it
So grab that Betty, Betty, run up in that wetty, wetty
Then tell her you run wit Bubba, she know that he legendary

This twelve pack of natural light got a cracker actin' right
Bumpin' everythang from Screw to Dave Matthews satellite
Daddy's right, Bubba K still is white feelin' like
If these hoes don't chill tonight I'm gon' feed her pills tonight
Until they right, yes sir, I'm buzzed, feelin' very festive
So I stroll up in the club to see if I am on the guest list
Excuse me Boi and Dre forgot to put me down again
But what if I hop my chunky ass up on this counter then
I finally found a friend and he said his name was Jill
Asked me did I wanna crank it at this other spot that he go
I said just let me know, we can take the Whitey Ford
But you gotta put in for gas whatever price you can afford
Look at this ice I scored, it ain't shiny, it don't glitter
But it'll keep us up for days and make your heart go patter-pitter
But if you got some kids you might call the babysitter
And tell your lady bye cause after this she may be bitter

You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just ? and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up cuz, we can do i

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