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All The Same

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[Hook - Sleepy Brown (Bubba)]
A fifth of Beam when you celebrate (That`s white thangs)
I`ll be fine, didn`t hesitate (That`s white thangs)
Sippin Henn, swervin wood grain (That`s black thangs)
But to me, it`s just all the same (It`s all the same)

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Damn, what a difference a year and a hundred and 12 days makes
Came the longest country mile, thanks to nothin they gave me I made breaks
Basically baby, I`ve been great, this ain`t no recent development
But now it`s official I`m the doo-doo, and you ain`t gon` keep
`em from smellin it
Do you have a speaking impediment bitch, or are you just at a
loss for words
Oh-no actually I`m monogonous, all that talk was false you heard
So don`t stall betty just slurp, of course I`ma tell you when
Oops my bad that`s my mistake, I was just gonna tell you then
I just bought me 5 new Polos, cuz see I`m partial to that logo
That horse is just so Bubba, that means rural like you don`t know
Regardless though I`m gon` glow, even in my birthday suit
And when it comes to that soft, yes sir`ee I circle that too
So when you feel it poundin in yo` chest and it causes a slight pain
Just shake it off and smile I got`cha, doin the white thangs ok

[Hook - 2x]

[Backbone]
I`m outdoors early mo`nin sellin this country crock
Let`s get this understood, gotta get me off the top
I got them break down dimes and bomb with twenty-fives on the block
Of that `naw that hawd, talkin `bout that glass that straight drop
Bartender, send me Remi, Henny or straight shot
Then see me flee, high speed from eight cops
Leave `em floored, showin how I`m opposed, y`all can`t stop
Jumped the fence, went down the path, came out by Ms. Dot `partment
Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot
Them young G`s up on that corner, done made the porch hot
Them folk say they sweepin, seekin `He who hold stock`
Ay, run tell shawty, cut off, close shop
I told them boys down there, homes in the van was a NARC
Tell `em "Naw we don`t sell that shit round here doc"
They bout four cars deep, sittin in the Croger parkin lot
But we know when they comin, cuz money bark a lot

[Hook]

[Bubba Sparxxx]
I`m seein more clearly now, how subtle the difference between us might be
Mr. Fat Face got that big weight but still that seem just like me
I`m doin my thing dispite these, little lifestyle expectations
Y`all chose to set for me, shit I`m headed to where my next check waitin

[Backbone]
Look here, beat me I`m old school like LL J beatin off in your Regal
With six eights cross the deck, hittin, sittin on fifteen inch eagles
And Vogues, case closed, order one mo` get drunk, throw bo`s
We in here puttin on, all night y`all `til the place close

[Hook - 2x]

{*music plays*}

[Hook - 2x]

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