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(album: Welcome To Bubba Land - 2023)

(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
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Uh, uh, ayy, Louis V to my last trip, bitch, stick to the transcript
Ho, you wasn't invited, tell me why the fuck your ass here
You would think I was banging OTF, only the fam' here
Oh, you got that lo' to the last nigga? Okay, go blam him
Bitch can't come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
Niggas late as fuck, ran up seven M's last year
Twenty niggas up, fucking good, she had a bad year
Them niggas be capping, bitch, you know we got a bag here

Throw the strip club up, swing them ones like it's confetti
Fucked her with a rubber, but the lil' bitch say she pregnant
Uh, it's an all-white, but the outside look spaghetti
Fucked her all night, slow and fast like DJ Fetti
A bitch asked me for five hundred, I cut her off 'cause she petty
Bitch, I give a band and up, I give you five K if you ready
Pimping ain't easy, I'm only going, bitch, if I let it
Uh, I'm a real heater, I sling that iron, I sling machetes
Uh, my bitches all organic, I cut 'em off if they use edit
Young turnt nigga, I want a bag, I don't want credit
Uh, that money gon' buy a brick, but you can't but that shit with credit
I was talking cash shit, but if you up, then I'ma bet it
You fuck all of her broads, shit, you broke, nigga, I said it
I'm bust up than a bitch, come check my wrist, flaw setting
I bought a bitch a ring, but we ain't ready for no wedding
I know these niggas snake, I can see these niggas shedding

Uh, uh, ayy, Louis V to my last trip, bitch, stick to the transcript
Ho, you wasn't invited, tell me why the fuck your ass here
You'd think I was banging OTF, only the fam' here
Oh, you got that lo' to the last nigga? Okay, go blam him
Bitch can't come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
Niggas late as fuck, ran up seven M's last year
Twenty niggas up, fucking good, she had a bad year
Them niggas be capping, bitch, you know we got a bag here

Uh, uh, bitch, you know we got the bag here
Uh, uh, bitch, you know we got that cash
Rip off paper tag, switched again, then smash
We ain't picking faces, whoop a bitch and a nigga ass
Bruises on my hand 'cause I been trapping glass bags
Your door swinging hard as fuck, I got some gas bags
You looking for me, just post, "Prince of Bubba," with the hashtag
We don't do no rap beef, drop the lo', we spank his ass

Uh, uh, ayy, Louis V to my last trip, bitch, stick to the transcript
Ho, you wasn't invited, tell me why the fuck your ass here
You'd think I was banging OTF, only the fam' here
Oh, you got that lo' to the last nigga? Okay, go blam him
Bitch can't come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
Niggas late as fuck, ran up seven M's last year
Twenty niggas up, fucking good, she had a bad year
Them niggas be capping, bitch, you know we got a bag here

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