Dark Days, Bright Nights

[Bubba Sparxxx]<br>I drop the verses y`all don`t deliver<br>Take the chances y`all won`t consider<br>Got a loyal broad named Betty who<br>know what to do with that chrome I give her<br>I`m on the shitter<br>thinkin bout my bank account and how to make it bigger<br>Then I grab the tool and take your jewels<br>and I`ma watch this blew the same as Jigga`s<br>It ain`t the liquor I`m really sick, smokin Shwag eatin Crystal chicks<br>On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha<br>Can`t even fuck witch`all pencil dicks<br>Ain`t this some shit?<br>Every time we step inside the club y`all tryna guess <br>which one of us gon` snatch your bitch<br>and leave you strokin all by yourself<br>Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-R-triple X<br>I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole <br>and put some coal on your nipple and neck<br>Tell your man, if he flex it`s gettin drastic, legend has it<br>I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they`ll let him have it<br>It`s just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it`s in my veins<br>I`m mixin Beam with Coke and (?), and every time it`s still just the same<br>I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it`s classical so masterful<br>When it comes to this here make the shit clear<br>Heard to y`all comes natural<br><br>[Chorus]<br>We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck<br>Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it`s bumpin turn it up<br>We gon` weave, we gon` roll, watch the Franklin faces fold<br>Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y`all settlin for dough<br>Drop that liquid on yo` tongue, put that reefer in your lungs<br>Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I`m done<br>We gon` drink, we gon` smoke, keep that floss on they toes<br>When these broads start some lickin, we just might end up with yours<br><br>[Kosha]<br>Step in the club it`s on<br>Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on<br>A seat with a view in the V.I.P., and got two tight things to grip on<br>A bag of trees to put my lip on - gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass<br>And me and Bubba gettin crunk in the club <br>with a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass<br>Puttin it down for the B.C., in the backwoods where we be<br>Better call a producer when you see me<br>and get your ass right back in the GT<br>Y`all lame boys, hangin up lookin just for a name boy<br>Goin upsize with the Gameboy<br>Witcho` mind right go out lookin for a cane boy, it`s a shame boy<br>You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy<br>I beat `em down like chop chop chop<br>Yessuh, cut `em up and leave `em alone<br>On my cell phone they callin, talkin `bout "Kosha baby, call me"<br>Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep<br>and I`ll get back witcha shawty<br>Most hated by baby daddies for breakin up happy homes<br>When the men is on and she don`t say no then that mean she wanna bone<br>So partna don`t get me wrong, I`m just bein Kosha<br>That Southern playa with a stroke that keep `em wet like a ocean<br>Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy (rowdy)<br>And me and Bubba get bout it (bout it)<br>We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs ands buts about it<br>The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shotcallin<br>We stay up in the club y`all look at us<br>and say, "Damn, them boys be ballin"<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Bo Hagin]<br>Whassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is (you know)<br>You the ones be payin hoes and buyin them gifts (trick ass)<br>You mad when you find out some other niggaz get it<br>Ain`t payin no bills just stayin real and still be hittin it<br>I`m a old school playa I just pay for her dinner<br>Maybe buy a little liquor - I spend some talk in the mirror<br>This the playa from the soul; love to gang up on hoes<br>I`m tryna let this pimp shit go cause I don`t even like it no mo`<br>See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanks<br>Talk about `em over dinner, pass women like dank<br><br>[Interlude: Bubba]<br>Mmm-hmm, and I`ma put twenty-five<br>on the them ol` fire ass Mercedes Rolls<br>that don`t never come `round no mo` that shit right dere<br>Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain`t no fuckin around wit G.O. again<br>That put me in this backwoods committee<br>My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgia`s finest<br>Man Bo, go on snap again<br><br>[Bo Hagin]<br>Man, I`m gon` tell it like it is, I`m gon` sit the rear<br>I stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil`<br>It done took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces<br>Whatever may have been the cases I thank God for his graces<br>See my knife`ll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin like breakers