Bubba Sparxxx - My Tone Lyrics
[Chorus - Male voice (background singer)]My tone(Tell me do you love it)My southern slang(Tell me do you love it)I'm sorry girl(Tell me do you love it), OW!(Tell me do you love it)Gettin jazzy(Tell me do you love it)I'm so jazzy baby(Tell me do you love it)Gettin jazzy(Tell me do you love it) OW!(Tell me do you love it), c'mon[Verse 1]Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun y'all seenWalkin like a swallowed up the pharmacy at WalgreensNever did I love her, sorry baby it was all cleanWho you think you dealin with?, this Jimmy Mathis' offspringForty I was deep on the eighty I was thereknock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of thereYou know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snareAnd as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out your hair (OH)Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got Knoxsix twelves, four amps, three sluts, what's hotI told ya once hot shot, you done braggin too hotReach inside that tool box, there is when the feud stops[Chorus][Verse 2]Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a ballin boulderAnd I ain't gotta flex the chain, or hit the mall to show yaI just hibernate a while and call ya when it's overDon't know where I'm headed but it's pretty far from soberYeah I *****ed up in life, but wouldn't start it overCause momma said that God said he got a party for yaAnd I'm a give ya lord, every beat a heart I owe yaIt sounds a bit cliche but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier (OW)What you know about balin hay in that South Georgia heatVery few roads are paved, still I do it for the streetsThere's a heap a shit to lose, but there's even more
