Baby Bubba (Explicit)

Baby Bubba - Timbaland/Magoo

Written by：T. Mosley/M Barcliff/Moses Barrett III

It's the dippy dippy don now you heard that

Let's take you back where the original Tim the bird at

I got sh*t here to make you down on twelve pack

Call Rudy tell him hook us up a twenty sack

C'mon c'mon c'mon we balling y'all

Where my cats think you feel me at

Alla y'all and when we earn that

They finally let the dish and the pan

Then I start with some cash

Let me get to Virginia VA link up with Timbaland

Now I'm busting they a**

Now they calling me the incredible man

I'ma sh*t it sick like yeahhh

And there is one thing to understand

Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am

Spit what I spit cause I don't give a damn

Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers

On some du rag it's' bout to be the all that is

New broad new day new cars new motherf**king deal

Heyyyyyy

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba

Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah ward

Check me out in my black trans am dipping on that man who that be

Tim ba land now haters wanna get at me

Just because we three brothers dipping in the fly ride

He don't care though ni**a we just three fly guys

All up in your local mall picking all your local broads

Holla if you wanna get into a local brawl

We the in timidators y'all in timidated

By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it

Lowriders bzz bzzt hitting on switches

As we pass by ya bzz bzzt in sun fire c'mon

What y'all need to do is throw that sh*t up sh*t up

For the cool amigos with tequila in the gut

What y'all know about them southern girls with them big butts

What y'all know about them buckshots busting from a truck

Yeah yeah that's that southern hospitality

The come of the me the come of the pete

The come of the 'goo the come of the G

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba

Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah ward

Mag spit it 'til I die f**ker

You wit your label kissing a** like a damn sucker

Meanwhile mag in Virginia in some house shoes watching the news

Do my album when I'm ready tell my label to sue

If I got it I'ma get 'em it's cornered and sell some

From NY to floater while I'm humping your daughter

Staying in the french quarter and listen to juvenile

I like that south sh*t all my niggaz is wild

You gotta come up with a new plan I'm sayin man

South boys ain't f**kin playing check them

This week got outkast and no limit and eightball

Scarface Ludacris and goodie mob uhh

We do it country cause we proud of this sh*t

All those that wanna hate on hip hop can eat a dick

I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be

They tryna take my love man and it bothered me

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba

Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah ward

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

We lost the music selector

Heyyyyyyyyyy baby bubba

If y'all feel it let me hear you say

Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba

Well he caught me in the van the gun chat lean fah ward