my tone

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my tone

my southern slang

i'm sorry girl

ow!

gettin jazzy

i'm so jazzy baby

gettin jazzy

ow!

c'mon

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

there is when the feud stops

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

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 certaintly 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