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Bubba Sparxxx F/ Timbaland Miscellaneous Ugly (Timbaland:) Uhh uh-oh, uh-oh Tch, tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka Uh Uh-oh, uh-oh Tchka, tchka uh Uh-oh, uh-oh Say what, say what? Freaky freaky uh Tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka Bubba (Bubba Sparxxx:) Shit I ain't choose to rhyme Rhymin' chose me So I hit the track runnin' Like a nosebleed Life ain't great now But it's much improved Yo' album droppin' this summer? That sucks for you ''Cause this is Bubba's moment I put my mother on it I said my momma It seems as if I love her don't it? So buckle up, 'cause It's gon' get bumpy I call my girlfriends Betty's And my sh*ts grumpies That Bubba talk Gotcha open wide I giggle outside the booth But ain't no joke inside This is complicated At least to y'all it is Just let me sell fifty million Then I'll call it quits But until that day Y'all in deep doo doo I never once saw You crank it 'cause I just leap through you What you need to do Is just admit you love me The South has Always been Dirty But now it's gettin' ugly CHORUS: Ugly-in here Huh, in here Huh, in here It's gon' get ugly in here Huh, in here Huh, in here It's gon' get Ugly, ugly, ugly In here Huh, in here It's gon' get ugly in here Huh, in here Huh, in here Uh-oh Though I am country Don't get the wrong idea My ego's gettin' bigger With every song I hear 'Cause y'all been bullsh*ttin' Spittin' that booty chatter Out here for two days and Came with somethin' That truly matters On goes the saga Of Bubba's plight She won't see tomorrah If I don't cut tonight That's just my mood now I hate it came to this How else can I say it I don't speak No other languages I'm fairly ripped now So this the jimmy talkin' You hear that beat don'tcha? That's just Timmy talkin' Go 'head throw dem bows F*** it, break a bottle Let's be honest none of us Will ever date a model So let's just cut it loose Ignore the repercussions If you scared, then just Forget what we discussin' This that new South Take a picture of me 'Cause I'm a f***in' legend And this is gettin' ugly Repeat chorus Now this thang is jumpin' Ain't it somethin'? What makes it special This whole moment Came from nothin' Now you see it triples I bet she slurp tonight Lames hide your wallets Hatin' broads Clutch your purses tight If you ain't tryin' to live You with the wrong crowd And if you feelin' brave then Better sport that thong proud And if you finally breathin' Then sing this song loud I'm glad I got you wet I know you had a long drought Don't worry about the law They can't arrest us all I had to crank couldn'ta done Nothin' less for y'all Forget your inhibitions I wanna see you whylin' And if Bubba dies tonight Know he was smilin' Repeat chorus (Timbaland:) Ha ha, it's gon' get (Ugly-in here) Thck, thck (Huh, in here Huh, in here) It's gon' get (Ugly-in here) (Huh, in here Huh, in here) It's gon' get (ugly) Say what? (Ugly, ugly) Say what? (Ugly) In here Huh, in here (It's gon' get ugly in here) (Huh, in here Huh, in here Uh-oh) Thcka, thcka, thcka, thcka Thcka, check switch uh Switch it one time Now switch it back baby Switch it one time Now switch it back baby "Holla ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten so" (So what?) "Don't copy me" I want you to "Holla ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten so, don't copy me" C'mon Bubba, let's go |
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