Key: F minor•
Verse 1
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say but I ain't gonna shine
Guess what, boy? really give a hoot, man
I could go number one, ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say but I ain't gonna shine
Guess what, boy? I really give a hoot,
Now how to bang the heap of bettas
In various modes of transport
And told them as they exit
Be sure that they close the
damn door
But employing country types
is usually those I scan for
Some scared at first,
but usually those demand more
Really ain't conceited,
I just call myself the Cutterbug
A horny little parasite
that all these women love to love
Tell you what it is today,
I ain't concerned with what it was
Bubba fittin' to get it done,
I put that on my brother love
Him in the closet, in the kitchen,
just a -whisperin'
Bubba so psst psst,
knowin' that I'm listenin'
I ain't got a chain, boy,
my peckin's all that's glistenin'
What you schemin' on, folk?
Y 'all in need of discipline
I ain't leavin' nothin',
this the house me and my
people built
Huggin' me and dappin' me,
buddy, I can see your guilt
It's cold when you're wrong,
and you lookin' like you need a quilt
Y 'all mad at this,
every time this margarita tilt
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say, but I ain't gon' shine
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Guess what, boy, I really get movin' in it
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say bubba ain't gon' shine
Guess what, what?
My mommy always thinkin' that
Bubba would probably disappear
Get some show money
from mugglin',
buyin' keg of beer
And another pig to get my
other pigs a company
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Rent a double ride and just live it out in luxury
In due time, but it's business left to tend to
I need another farm
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to bequeath my next of kin to
And another tractor for my
great -aunt Missy
Yeah, I've been drinkin',
but I ain't that pissy
Thinkin' back to when my daddy
told me what it's all about
He said, no matter what I do in life,
some of y 'all are poutin'
I can deal with that long as all
my folks is eatin' good
Let that chatter pass over
more than any Easter good
I'm on the roll again,
and I ain't talkin' ecstasy
Tell them folks at Interscope,
they finna write some checks to me
Soon as me and Timmy
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finish up this latest pig slop
And I think you right,
it ain't nothin' but some hip -hop
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say, but I ain't gonna shine
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Guess what, boy? really give a hoot, baby
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say, but I ain't gonna shine
Guess what,
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boy? I really give a hoot, baby
I'm back off in the saddle
with that smile and that cajolery
Mama always knew how big a stallion
I would grow to be
Way beyond these suckers,
both lyrically and vocally
I doubted for a moment,
now it's clear to me
I'm supposed to be an uncanny wit
Plus a time and that's impeccable
Make the sharpest cat
feel his mind is just a vegetable
How does Bubba do it?
You won't find it in a manual
Confused them all at first,
so this time is understandable
Laring at the ceiling fan,
pondering my future now
Wondering what the hell to do
with all this food I found
Got my tracker polished up
and I'm as drunk as Cuda Brown
Navigating yet another one
of Timmy's super sounds
I could go number one ten times
Two pretty girls could light my rhymes
You could say,
but what ain't gonna shine?
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But guess what, Who did it?
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls look like my rhymes
You can say bye -bye and don't shine
But guess what, boy?
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Who did it?
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Background music playing.
I'll see you
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Bye
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