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lirik lagu bubba sparxxx - they luv that

[intro: bubba sparxxx (bun b)]
oh (get ’em shawty, get ’em)
oh this what they like? (get ’em shawty, get ’em)
this what they like monte? (get ’em shawty, get ’em)

[chorus]
get ’em high
get ’em drunk
keep ’em crunk
you know they love that

get ’em high
get ’em drunk
keep ’em crunk
you know they love that

[verse 1: bubba sparxxx]
i won’t apologize for the way they idolize bub
i’m the eldest son of sh~t them haters prophesized of
you ain’t gotta sizе up nothin’ here is what you hear
this ga not tampa bay so who thе f~ck’s you buccaneer?
i don’t suppose that enough reefer grows
out in humboldt for my folks that need a blow
and i don’t even smoke, sh~t, unless them huffers grippin’ me
we molded from the same mud but i was sculpted differently
and bet the culture lives in me, this venom speaks volumes
on behalf of southern rap, so if indeed the fall looms
on the horizon, maybe you should be devisin’
a plot to shape up because bubba k be exercisin’
enterprisin’ with the blacks and splittin’ pies up with latinos
ask rico, he know, he supplies it to the gringo
i camped out with oomp, and this our neck of the woods
it’s what it is playa and i’m stuck about the goods
[chorus]
get ’em high
get ’em drunk
keep ’em crunk
you know they love that

get ’em high
get ’em drunk
keep ’em crunk
you know they love that

[verse 2: bun b]
well it’s the mister swisha, twisted
this a spliff, i’m p~ssed and puffed
gon’ leave you blistered
this the sh~t we fits to get it fisticuffs
it’s that rough, that tough, that rugged raw
dirty slizzard southern slaw
f~ck the law, we cut that raw
no f~ckin’ flaw, who’s up to par
run up on ya, crack your jaw
i spark like roy jones on the mic
he flow like bun b in the rain
can’t just run me in this thang
ugk has plenty game, involved the [?] revolver
spit that acid you touch it, it dissolve ya
southern problem solver
like oprah and dr. phil
i hope you ain’t mocked the trill
hope will get you rocked for real
the dope i get you got to feel (real)
roll it, smoke it (lay it)
now hold it, chock it (d~mn)
controllin’ locusts
it’s only mind over matter man
so deafen out the chatter man
we ’bout this battle man
so score your snow and scatter man
peep body, is you scared of brains
must be, we drunk on dro and dusty
bubba they don’t wanna trust me
n~gga dust, we get ’em high
[chorus]
get ’em high
get ’em drunk
keep ’em crunk
you know they love that

get ’em high
get ’em drunk
keep ’em crunk
you know they love that

[verse 3: bubba sparxxx]
ask me no questions, i tell you no fibs
ask for no pork and i’ll sell you no ribs
unless it’s on the beef tip
please zip up that f~ck sh~t, f~ck that
you bust first, i bust back
hand me that dust sack
please let me flush that
why would you touch that?
quit listenin’ to us rap
look dude, it’s just facts
you got me misconstrued
’cause i will not rest ’til your whole sh~t’s subdued
and i ride with jason winfree ’til the sh~ll case is empty
find a hundred mo crackers, line ’em up and take ’em with me
it’s really elementary
throw your darts sensibly
think it through thoroughly before you dare to mention me
[chorus]
get ’em high
get ’em drunk
keep ’em crunk
you know they love that

get ’em high
get ’em drunk
keep ’em crunk
you know they love that

you know they love that
you know they love that

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