Bubba Sparxxx - Take'M To The Water lyrics

rate me

(feat. Duddy Ken)

[Duddy Ken]

Now truthfully, I believe that I'm the tightest nigga musically

Usually I wouldn't brag but I've been bustin since my puberty

In a Cadillac that ride with five guls and they nudity

You can bring yo' best words, I bet I still outrep you brutally

Low down dirty and beautiful, who wanna test my verbal side?

Boy I'm fly-n-tie(?), especially when I let that herbal fly

Southern fried, cool kid, some of that country culture

Leave you dead, peep your bread, a value meal for them busters

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Shit I'm steppin off in the tunnel with a funnel of Keystone

Ate a ten-strip of blotter, been wiggin all week long

Y'all keep on, with that jibbery jabbery slippin out happily

Expose you pretty hoes with a dose of this hospitality

Gravity in yo' trunk while yo' producers forgot the bump

We introduce you to these high hats like that, yo' spot is krunk

This blunt, I put the fire to, I really do admire you

But even though Bubba dirty, he certainly fin' to shine too

[Chorus: Duddy Ken]

I hope you can swim if you wanna battle

You're up shit creek without a paddle

Whatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and slaughter

Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the water

I hope you can swim if you wanna battle

You're up shit creek without a paddle

Y'all ain't ready (y'all ain't ready)

Y'all ain't ready - take'm to the water

[Bubba Sparxxx]

See momma named me lil' devil, that ain't no relation to Satan

Ain't got no patience for hatin, I'll be at the station awaitin

the arrival of that DJ that don't replay unless we pay

I stormed the beach like D-Day, now that bitch play, when we say

I'm with D.K., ain't no N.Y., and we been fly, since gin (?)

Sips bourbon with a twist, Bubba lurkin in your midst

Without my dick perverted this cause y'all was smellin vaginal

Been bumped wrong, one too many times for actin rational

[Duddy Ken]

D.K. I bomb folks, man I throw heat like I was John Smokes

But mine from a gun though, change yo' name to John Doe

Shit, have your whole family Mourning like Alonzo

Then go back to my condo, so I can let my kind grow

Is you blind folk? Why you can't see bigger thangs?

Don't rup on this stage, cause ain't no bitch-ass nigga mayn

And my mob ain't either, don't make me have to play a song

with my lil' chrome heater, bet that and (?) punk nigga

Now get it get it crunk, like jumpoffs, B.K. they trippin

I'm fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off, cause I ain't slippin

Just hippin you to this real shit, so get in where you fit

Sittin on lean, off that Jim Beam, fin' to throw a fit

From A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana, Savannah

Sippin gin and Tropicana while Georgia play Alabama

Might stumble over a freestyle and pick up like a scanner

Turn the mics off lost, somebody call the light boss

[Chorus]

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Aww shit

Boy I'm out here chasin daddy lucid, shit Satan produced it

Switched from duce-duces to substance abuse nuisance

Fuckin these loose gooses, raw dick, we all sick

I'm goin skinny dippin after y'all hit (aww shit)

That country fuckin Bubba hit his head and lost his mind

Eight grand for a Roley? That only just bought you time

I'm in line waitin to grind, it's too cloudy for me to shine

I'ma keep this bitch krunk, get rowdy, while you recline

And in time, I'ma jump this fuckin ship, and run and get

my crown in every town, I lay it down, when I spit

This shit, is so much more than white folks and white thangs

or black folks and black thangs, just bounce if the track bangs

You lack game, Bubba got that shit goin two for fifty

Communicatin cool with them country folk, strictly

Just hit me, on the beep, whenever, cause I don't sleep

Two thousand, every week, take a peep, before you leap

[Chorus - repeat 2X]