Back in the Mudd (Zone 4 Remix) lyrics

Sean Paul

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Bubba Sparxxx, get money
Ye-yeah, ye-ye-ye-yeah, still in the mud
I said Bubba Sparxxx, that's right
That's the problem with these suckers man
Don't nobody wanna get in the mud
Nobody wanna fight for this sh*t, they all too pretty
New money

[Sean Paul]
Y'all n***as ain't no k-killers, y'all n***as hoes
I'm a, I'm a keep it p-pimpin', y'all n***as know
How I p-pull up in the lex, white wall some bows
How I, how I stay sure, with this starch in my clothes
I'm Sean Paul, yeah b*t*h, I'm a motherf**kin' star
And every other week I buy a old-school car
Oh, twenty, man that plenty but I still want more
In a big-body ? on them twenty-four's

[Rich Boy]
Rich Boy, ? fool, ?
Tight notes, slick this, bumpin' cadillac
Take it to the cha-cha, got your damn top drop
Two color flip-flop, tinted red Collipark
There's hoes in the parking lot
But I still got my Glock
It's New Money, motherf**ker, don't you see the big knot
Don't you see the big tyres, don't you see the big rims
Wonder who they hatin' on, think that baby this him
[New Money]
Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty
They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty
I say we still off in the mud man
They don't wanna get dirty
Y'all n***as ain't no killers y'all n***as some hoes
Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty
They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty
I say we still off in the mud man
They don't wanna get dirty

[Pastor Troy]
Yeah, P. Troy representin' with Bubba (oh my God)
Just wakin' up from a hangover, come on, yeah
Brother hittin' me on the phone, I roll over, come on
Hair still spinnin' cause I balled last night, yeah
Rim still spinnin' and the lac alright, yeah
G-A, B-O-Y-Z, aha
Smooth operator, operate directly
Bet he didn't see me and mine coming
Ain't no motherf**kin' ?, who ya motherf**kin' ?, come on
You say that crunk is for halloween, aha
As I shove my rounds in my magazine, huh, magazine
King, yeah you king me out for real, yeah
S-A-N-K ship
I rip the mic, I rip the stage
But I don't rip nothing until I'm paid
To be like P-T, many try
I leave them boys totin' the cross, oh my
[New Money]
Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty
They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty
I say we still off in the mud man
They don't wanna get dirty
Y'all n***as ain't no killers y'all n***as some hoes
Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty
They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty
I say we still off in the mud man
They don't wanna get dirty
Y'all n***as ain't no killers y'all n***as some hoes

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Yeah, you just a flea dude
I'm such a G, dude
I'm everythang, with talent you could be dude
Look at me dude, I f**k with these dudes
P-T cruiser, Young G Rock, Polo to D dude
He brought the beat through, and I just shat on it
Now I'm fin' to build a wall to put another plaque on it
Don't gong it, cause I keep relentlessly spittin' that sh*t you into me
Cause I'm pigmented differently
Plus behind Tim on twenty-three's
Wow, just call me Bubba the beautiful
I'm the boss around this office, you a scrubbin' the cubicle
This ain't nothing illusional, boy, they token the tags
But since they all wanna hate, I give them all the ?
You know what we after, the cabbage and long somes
The true county Georgia baby, that's where they come from
And y'all little dumb-dumbs is skatin' on thin ice
Love to creates it but it's hatred, it is life
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Oh my God
I say we still off in the mud man
Oh my God, uh, Zone 4
I say we still off in the mud man

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Bubba Sparxxx, in here
G Rock, in here
Sean Paul, in here
Pastor Troy, oh, and Rich Boy
Ha, you know what it is, in here, uh

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