Lyrics Bubba Sparxxx

Bubba Sparxxx

Handle That

I been done talk mine

Been done walk through it

I've been done turn that country shit up y'all knew it

We all was conflicted I grip mine and got it in

Era of no fake shit what so ever is what I was in

Sittin' on them Mickey Thompsons when there wasn't no country rap

Just an ol' boy from La Grange tryin' ascertain where the money's at

Uhh got me a bunch of that

Fuck it up and as a matter of fact

'bout time to get some more

Hey Yela dog let's handle that

That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up

I'm gonna handle that

What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough

No handle that

Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac

Got 'em talkin' they mad at that

Keep it up we gonna handle that

That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up

I'm gonna handle that

What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough

No handle that

Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac

Got 'em talkin' they mad at that

Keep it up we gonna handle that

I was raised up in La Grange Georgia

Down there I'm Jimmy's boy

I can redneck with the best yet

I throw chrome on any toy (yeah)

Shine up that Silverado

Cake mud on a '69

Yeah it said Chevelle what the hell

Difference is that bitch is mine

Get in line it's a long one

If you gonna say you gone whoop me

But it ain't one that actually go do the shit they so pussy

I just wanna drink a beer and where the line maybe it gets sloppy

Not get bothered by anybody

This is probably a lot to be askin' for

It to just happen because people are mad and that is a fact

But where are the women that's eager not timid

It is much simpler I'm handling that

[?] American and it ain't better than

But someone tell them Bubba Mathis is back

Actually here for the first time

I'm comin' for mine and we handlin' that

That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up

I'm gonna handle that

What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough

No handle that

Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac

Got 'em talkin' they mad at that

Keep it up we gonna handle that

That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up

I'm gonna handle that

What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough

No handle that

Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac

Got 'em talkin' they mad at that

Keep it up we gonna handle that

I'm comin' to get it immediately

If you think I can't get it then we disagree

You're skeptical and there's reasons to be

But one thing about it we [?] to see

You think that you know but I know what you think

And it don't resemble the thinkin' of me

Many of you seem to be stuck between dreamin' and thinkin' some fesable shit

I'm keepin' it Carhart clean

I'm Mossy Oak mean

Yeah boy we like it dirty we love the mud that's how we gon' lean

Yeah boy that bird dog point

The big dog's eat

Got my gun my bow it's everything season

Full name Bubba K. Mathis

My [?] handle that

What ever that happens to be

Wherever that happens at

I'm a southern boy with some rebels ways ain't never needed a flag for that

The only white hood that I put on is the mobile home habitat

Imagine that buddy and accept that as a fact

This ain't no cracker jack magic act

Like how a white girls ass is fat

Only 'cause a doctor added that padded that

No roots go smashin' that

Somebody told daddy that

He said [?] you [?]

Noose out gon' handle that that that

That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up

I'm gonna handle that

What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough

No handle that

Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac

Got 'em talkin' they mad at that

Keep it up we gonna handle that

That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up

I'm gonna handle that

What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough

No handle that

Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac

Got 'em talkin' they mad at that

Keep it up we gonna handle that