Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Pamela Haley, Warren Mathis, Tim Mosley, Susan Mayo, Delores Buttrey
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Bubba SparxxxJimmy Mathis Lyrics:
New south, Athems Joy, Mudd Kat'z, The Mathis
family, they cant hide that money from us no more
Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these
folks who ya son is, And Mama tell Russell load
the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got
none Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell
these folks who ya son is, And mama tell Russell
load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint
got none
Any blood sheared causes to deserve it, Its blood
well worth it, We fought to preserve it, you
caught him in person, You know Bubba siked out,
you hate it when they talk, But love it when I
shout, Fuck with me, I doubt that you really can
WHen I get to doin my HillBilly dance, a step to
the left, 2 steps to the right Take a shot of
petrone, and get back to the Mic, Yea im rappin
tonite, but as soon as the light hit, Im all about
the green, The hell with this white shit, that
speed yup ya pulse rate, Some Cardiac arrest so
sweet with an 'I'll' taste, this what they must
face, ima be right here, spittin these flames out,
and drinkin Bud Light Beer til the cows home and
the dogs quit barkin, Daddy tell em who I am and
dont begg no pardons,
Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these
folks who ya son is, And Mama tell Russell load
the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got
none Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell
these folks who ya son is, And mama tell Russell
load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint
got none (What?!)
They watch me in the country, like the rates on
Sunday And I wear the crown for em till you take
it from me, I made some money, But blew most up,
bought and sold all the sh** that you bust up, But
I love my life, and aint much i regret, I jus hope
I rember, half of what I forget Through years and
the tears, the blood and the all of the sweat, But
if I ever believe, its time to double your bet,
Cuz I aint even tapped half my potential, but I
have shown growth thogh, And that is half the
essential, Grad you a pen, jolt a few notes down,
The questions they asked me, the answers I know
now, bet I aint no clown, Fuck what you thought
dogg, im with Jimmy Mathis ol truck with a saw
dogg, Jus to rip up, let some shit jump, We'll
take it to the water, and yo shit will get sunk
Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these
folks who ya son is, And Mama tell Russell load
the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got
none Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell
these folks who ya son is, And mama tell Russell
load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint
got none (What?!)
Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these
folks who ya son is, And Mama tell Russell load
the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got
none Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell
these folks who ya son is, And mama tell Russell
load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint
got none (What?!)
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