"Zacklee" lyrics
Son of a bitch
And my tagline's mine
Uh, baby
How them tits feel? Is them shits real?
Counterfeit or authentic, I'm finna win still
Twenty-one years fucked off twenty-six mil
I still can hear them pigs squeal when I sit still
Yeah I grew up fifty-fifty 'tween the boondocks
And the projects innocently
It played tug-of-war with my soul incidentally
A thug's blood and the spirit of a hick is in me
The liquor hit me, then the shit talkin' started
I talk it so well make a bitch call it art
I put it back together then the shit fall apart
Like a chemical spill, what a bitch call a fart
Stankin' ass Miller Lite drinkin' ass heifer
Her eggs used to smell, why you think his ass left her?
This boys droppin' so-so, you thinkin' that's pressure?
We R Who We R, baby, they can ask Kesha
Bring it back fresh as Krispy Kreme with the light on
Life's great if it's a dream, make the night long
A Georgia boy in Tennessee it's just like home
You hard as me? We finna see, cut the mic on
Right on, wrong on, write on
They say 'Preach Bubba K, Preach' like [?] still
Like to hit the club, maybe I should try golf
They say the hung it up, that's quite false (Bitch)
My license lost, now I'm sliddin' in the Uber Black
Still hatin'? That's how I expected you to act
He complained a million times, give that dude a plaque
I'm the shit, it ain't no truer fact, uh
And you know damn well this ain't my first rodeo
Ten years old, daddy dropped me off and told me 'Go be bold'
Heart steady growin' cold, steady growin' old
They gon' pay me when the story's told, come on
Who is that bad mutha? Oh, that's me
On the run again with Mr. CP
'Zacklee, Collipark Bubba Sparxxx
'Zacklee, Collipark Bubba Sparxxx
Somebody bank roll put your soul at ease
With that fully automatic on the back seat
'Zacklee, Bubba Sparxxx Collipark
'Zacklee, Bubba Sparxxx Collipark
Country Bubba, Money Bubba
Jay Zeus and Ginger, Rusty brother
The best of me undiscovered
If you know 'em, you know 'em, if love 'em, you love 'em
I might be a hundred or somethin', that new money is comin'
I make sweat love to my woman while the drummer is drummin'
Just look how much fun bein' grown is becomin'
I'm talkin' fifty city tours, free fishin' lures for you and yours
The institute, step through them venue doors
I close my eyes to the beat game then slide into the big game
The got so much disdain for an honorable man to do his thang
It's utterly insane, two liz-ane, through thunder, lightning and riz-ain
Back again he ciz-ame
Ah ah ah, two liz-ane, through thunder, lightning and riz-ain
Back again he ciz-ame
Ah ah ah, uh yeah, yeah
Back again he ciz-ame
Who is that bad mutha? Oh, that's me
On the run again with Mr. CP
'Zacklee, Collipark Bubba Sparxxx
'Zacklee, Collipark Bubba Sparxxx
Somebody bank roll put your soul at ease
With that fully automatic on the back seat
'Zacklee, Bubba Sparxxx Collipark
'Zacklee, Bubba Sparxxx Collipark
And my tagline's mine
Uh, baby
How them tits feel? Is them shits real?
Counterfeit or authentic, I'm finna win still
Twenty-one years fucked off twenty-six mil
I still can hear them pigs squeal when I sit still
Yeah I grew up fifty-fifty 'tween the boondocks
And the projects innocently
It played tug-of-war with my soul incidentally
A thug's blood and the spirit of a hick is in me
The liquor hit me, then the shit talkin' started
I talk it so well make a bitch call it art
I put it back together then the shit fall apart
Like a chemical spill, what a bitch call a fart
Stankin' ass Miller Lite drinkin' ass heifer
Her eggs used to smell, why you think his ass left her?
This boys droppin' so-so, you thinkin' that's pressure?
We R Who We R, baby, they can ask Kesha
Bring it back fresh as Krispy Kreme with the light on
Life's great if it's a dream, make the night long
A Georgia boy in Tennessee it's just like home
You hard as me? We finna see, cut the mic on
Right on, wrong on, write on
They say 'Preach Bubba K, Preach' like [?] still
Like to hit the club, maybe I should try golf
They say the hung it up, that's quite false (Bitch)
My license lost, now I'm sliddin' in the Uber Black
Still hatin'? That's how I expected you to act
He complained a million times, give that dude a plaque
I'm the shit, it ain't no truer fact, uh
And you know damn well this ain't my first rodeo
Ten years old, daddy dropped me off and told me 'Go be bold'
Heart steady growin' cold, steady growin' old
They gon' pay me when the story's told, come on
Who is that bad mutha? Oh, that's me
On the run again with Mr. CP
'Zacklee, Collipark Bubba Sparxxx
'Zacklee, Collipark Bubba Sparxxx
Somebody bank roll put your soul at ease
With that fully automatic on the back seat
'Zacklee, Bubba Sparxxx Collipark
'Zacklee, Bubba Sparxxx Collipark
Country Bubba, Money Bubba
Jay Zeus and Ginger, Rusty brother
The best of me undiscovered
If you know 'em, you know 'em, if love 'em, you love 'em
I might be a hundred or somethin', that new money is comin'
I make sweat love to my woman while the drummer is drummin'
Just look how much fun bein' grown is becomin'
I'm talkin' fifty city tours, free fishin' lures for you and yours
The institute, step through them venue doors
I close my eyes to the beat game then slide into the big game
The got so much disdain for an honorable man to do his thang
It's utterly insane, two liz-ane, through thunder, lightning and riz-ain
Back again he ciz-ame
Ah ah ah, two liz-ane, through thunder, lightning and riz-ain
Back again he ciz-ame
Ah ah ah, uh yeah, yeah
Back again he ciz-ame
Who is that bad mutha? Oh, that's me
On the run again with Mr. CP
'Zacklee, Collipark Bubba Sparxxx
'Zacklee, Collipark Bubba Sparxxx
Somebody bank roll put your soul at ease
With that fully automatic on the back seat
'Zacklee, Bubba Sparxxx Collipark
'Zacklee, Bubba Sparxxx Collipark
