Bubba Sparxxx - Handle Of Beam Lyrics
Back in the day he was outta controlNeed another standoff but his music ate y'allThat's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beamDrank that mother*****in' drive, started chasin' these dreamsThen a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's BallWe soaked up the game, fish grits and allAnd now look what the south done let up out they mouthCountry ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it outBuckle up, look daddy, cause Bubba K come to playAll these crackers livin' good, that ain't what my stomach sayEvery slutty U-G-A who daddy pay they wayWanted me to stay and play, well Betty gotta pay to layI really hate to say you can't elevate to thisBut if I settle for your level I ain't never make the hitsMe and ? tight as shit on the demo, fore we send itAnd I'm tryna ***** these tits on this bimbo fore I end itSee I'm off balance, and I just bought a half a gallonOf Jim Beam cause it seems to cultivate this talentThat I got in my hot, why don't you ask the slumsOr them folks who get they crumbs using microphones and drumsOr go to where I'm from, in LaGrange for a changeBut be careful, it gets muddy, get a stain on your rangeThe shame made you change, you could look me eye to eyeCause Bubba got that fire, tell the truth, you like it, ayeBack in the day he was outta controlNeed another standoff but his music ate y'allThat's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beamDrank that mother*****in' drive, started chasin' these dreamsThen a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's BallWe soaked up the game, fish grits and allAnd now look what the south done let up out they mouthCountry ass, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it outIc
