My Tone Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

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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Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun y'all seen 

Walkin' like a swallowed up the pharmacy 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 shit up out your hair 

Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got Knox 

Six twelves, four amps, three sluts, 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?) 

Photos 

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 fucked 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 

It sounds a bit cliche but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier 

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 shit 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