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    Betty Betty

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    Betty Betty
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      About "Betty Betty"

      Lyrics for Bubba Sparxxx - "Betty Betty"

      Uh-uh.. wassup ladies?
      Bubba can't forget about y'all..

      (Intro)
      Hey Betty Betty, hush your mouth, let me tell you something
      Hey Betty Betty, this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin'
      He Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience
      Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up these relations

      I left yesterday, and I headed straight, up 78, to the A-T-L
      These record sales done paid me well, so I'm smoking good, can't you smell?
      Life is hell, till you drop a gem, now Bubba got hoes, jocking him
      Not 'cause he cute, 'cause he got that loot, wear polo suits, and that's hot to them
      I see your ass, over at the bar, try your best to fill up that bra
      A double-D, sippin' bubbl-why and you'd give your life just to fuck with me
      Reluctantly I walk on by, I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine
      But I got to drank, can't even thank, unless I'm tanked, I'm already high
      So let it fly, miss Kimberly, I can see right now you into me
      I'm'a holla at you bout 10 till 3, tryin' to switch from Beam to Hennessey
      But you know I can't, so give me Jimmy
      And sit right down till the bottles empty
      Then we cut, but now shut up, old stupid slut, I stated simply
      4 AM, we back in Athens, rollin' balls, and the bitch is laughin'
      Chalk the first one, up to rappin'
      I waited years, but tonight it happen

      (CHORUS)
      Hey Betty Betty, hush your mouth, let me tell you something
      Hey Betty Betty, this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin
      Hey Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience
      Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up these relations
      Hey Betty Betty, I'm tryin' to see if you adventurous
      Hey Betty Betty, I only mess with 9's and 10's and up
      Hey Betty Betty, you got some things, I'd love to photograph
      Hey Betty Betty, you heard a while, but you don't know the half

      I missed you Betty, since I last, saw your ass at the Polo Club
      What's the matter, can't show no love?
      I guess you here bout them photos of, you and me on the internet
      Get over there, we ain't finished yet
      I got a new, cam-er-a, miss Pam-el-a, and I'm fin to let
      Bobby introduce you to the helicopter, and when he through
      I bet its clear, why crackers here, ain't trying to hear, another word from you
      I'm certain to, attract a virus, 'cause using rubbers, don't excite us
      If you ain't cutting, don't invite us, and I won't return, if you stole the nighters
      Don't deny us, we them boys, talkin' bout you sing with a pretty voice
      Just to fuck, and now your buck, all in my face, you made a shitty choice
      I get it moist every time I touch it, freaky deaky all out in public
      And guess where Mr. Sparxxx erupted?
      In her grill, but still, she loved it

      (CHORUS)

      Now you might see me, ridin' ?Lac, with Rodney Black, on a coochie chase
      Or you might catch me with chunky Shan, at some slightly tan, white groupie's place
      Then booty shake, Betty's got, a special spot in Bubbas heart
      Puttin' cheese to her college degree, but a lot of fleas shake it up for free
      If it was up to me, you'd be with me, sippin' Beam, ridin' in between
      Lagrange and Athens, if you love me, engrave my name on your nipple ring
      I'm spiffy clean, when it comes to females, sex with me only ups your resale
      Blazin' quarters, up to ounces, keep the dimes, they done nixed the Sprewell
      How that weed smell? Oh I know it, that's how these Georgia crackers grow it
      You getting high to every time you blow it, if you feelin' freaky, why won't you show it?
      I don't mind, Shan don't mind, Jed don't mind, WE don't mind
      But if you scared, get on from here, 'cause frankly dear, we don't need your kind

      (CHORUS)

      SONGWRITERS:
      Mathis, Warren Anderson / Houchins, Shannon
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