Country BooTea - Bubba Sparxxx

Bub, how you feel, baby, how you living?

Shit, I’m living like a gentleman, feeling like a villain

A whole lot of dollar billing, feeling like

We out here building us a house without a ceiling (it ain’t no ceiling)

And I already made by the killing

But the problem is a whole lotta chilling’s not appealing (nah)

Far from innocent and maybe I’m forgiven

But the way that I been living never gave me optimism, man

She gon' do exactly what she wanna do

You just here to get her where she going to

In a holding pad and you can’t get ahold of boo

We ain’t shopping with her, you know what she sold it to

More than new but it’s the old '68

I’m selling on the interstate

Hit her to a dinner date, twenty minutes late

But she know to dig his grave so she finna wait

Innovate, if necessary renovate

Thinking 'bout it, I ain’t never seen a winner hate

Anyway, that’s irrelevant, I’m feeling great

I gained a little weight, they on me like I’m still in shape

Let us pray that we stay safe and healthy every day

Never go the messy way, check into a better place

That’s what it does, it never be like what it was

Just because she got out the mud and now she stuck with us

That’s a big city girl, big old country booty

Got you throwing money at her like it was your duty

Thought it was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie

Oh-oh, run it to me, run it to me

That’s a big city girl, big old country booty

Gave it to her strong, she keep testing what you doing

Not a cloud up in the sky, but I feel a storm brewing

Oh-oh, what you doing?

I’m just cooling, baby

Big old, big old, big old country booty

Big old, big old, big old country booty

Big old, big old, big old, big old, big old, big old, big old

Big old country booty

Big city girl, big old country booty

Gotcha throwing money at her like it was your duty

Thought that was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie

Oh-oh, running to me, running to me

That’s big city girl, big old country booty

Gotcha throwing money at her like it was your duty

Thought that was your lucky charm, thought she was a cutie

Oh-oh, running to me, running to me

That’s a big city girl, big old country booty

Gave it to her strong, she keep testing what you doing

Not a cloud up in the sky, but I feel a storm brewing

Oh-oh, what you doing?

I’m just cooling, baby

Big old country booty

Big old country booty

Big old country booty

Big old country booty

Big old country booty

Big old country booty