My tone
(Tell me do you love it?)
My southern slang
(Tell me do you love it?)
I’m sorry girl
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin’ jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
I’m so jazzy baby
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin’ jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
C’mon
Yeah, I’ll be damned if I ain’t the slick son gun y’all seen
Walkin’ like a swallowed up the ph#rm#cy at Walgreens
Never did I love her, sorry baby it was all clean
Who you think you dealin’ with? This Jimmy Mathis’ offspring
Forty I was deep on the eighty I was there
Knock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there
You know a rapper’s rule, in and out before the snare
And as far as parting shots, wash that sh#t up out your hair
Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got Knox
Six twelves, four amps, three sl#ts, what’s hot
I told ya once hot shot, you done braggin’ too hot
Reach inside that tool box, this is where the feud stops
My tone
(Tell me do you love it?)
My southern slang
(Tell me do you love it?)
I’m sorry girl
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin’ jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
I’m so jazzy baby
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin’ jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
C’mon
Papa was a Rolling Stone but I’m a ballin’ boulder
And I ain’t gotta flex the chain or hit the mall to show ya
I just hibernate a while and call ya when it’s over
Don’t know where I’m headed but it’s pretty far from sober
Yeah I f#cked up in life, but wouldn’t start it over
‘Cause Momma said that, “God said he got a party for ya”
And I’m a give ya Lord, every beat a heart I owe ya
What you know about balin’ hay in that South Georgia heat?
Very few roads are paved, still I do it for the streets
There’s a heap a sh#t to lose, but there’s even more to keep
If you feelin’ froggy baby, better look before you leap
My tone
(Tell me do you love it?)
My southern slang
(Tell me do you love it?)
I’m sorry girl
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin’ jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
I’m so jazzy baby
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin’ jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
C’mon
Baby it’s the tone, that got me gettin’ Georgia Dome
Like Shondon with that Steven on the phone
Or maybe it’s the slang that got me gettin’ down my brains
On the plane, met this chick in Fort Mayne
And you certainly can blame the jazziest persona
But it’s classy broad that get trashy in the sauna
Bubba’s just the slickest, how else is there to word it
I’ll just plead my case, and then let y’all unveil the verdict
My tone
(Tell me do you love it?)
My southern slang
(Tell me do you love it?)
I’m sorry girl
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin’ jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
I’m so jazzy baby
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin’ jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
C’mon
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