Ugly

Album: Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
Charted: 7 15
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  • Uhh uh-oh, uh-oh
    Tch, tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka
    Uh
    Uh-oh, uh-oh
    Tchka, tchka uh
    Uh-oh, uh-oh
    Say what, say what?
    Freaky freaky uh
    Tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka
    Bubba

    Shit I ain't choose to rhyme
    Rhymin' chose me
    So I hit the track runnin'
    Like a nosebleed
    Life ain't great now
    But it's much improved
    Yo' album droppin' this summer?
    That sucks for you
    Cause this is Bubba's moment
    I put my mother on it
    I said my momma
    It seems as if
    I love her don't it?
    So buckle up, 'cause
    It's gon' get bumpy
    I call my girlfriends Betty's
    And my shits grumpies
    That Bubba talk
    Gotcha open wide
    I giggle outside the booth
    But ain't no joke inside
    This is complicated
    At least to y'all it is
    Just let me sell fifty million
    Then I'll call it quits
    But until that day
    Y'all in deep doo doo
    I never once saw
    You crank it 'cause
    I just leap through you
    What you need to do
    Is just admit you love me
    The South has
    Always been Dirty
    But now it's gettin' ugly

    Ugly-in here
    Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    It's gon' get ugly in here
    Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    It's gon' get
    Ugly, ugly, ugly
    In here
    Huh, in here
    It's gon' get ugly in here
    Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    Uh-oh

    Though I am country
    Don't get the wrong idea
    My ego's gettin' bigger
    With every song I hear
    Cause y'all been bullshittin'
    Spittin' that booty chatter
    Out here for two days and
    Came with somethin'
    That truly matters
    On goes the saga
    Of Bubba's plight
    She won't see tomorrah
    If I don't cut tonight
    That's just my mood now
    I hate it came to this
    How else can I say it
    I don't speak
    No other languages
    I'm fairly ripped now
    So this the jimmy talkin'
    You hear that beat don'tcha?
    That's just Timmy talkin'
    Go 'head throw dem bows
    Fuck it, break a bottle
    Let's be honest none of us
    Will ever date a model
    So let's just cut it loose
    Ignore the repercussions
    If you scared, then just
    Forget what we discussin'
    This that new South
    Take a picture of me
    Cause I'm a fuckin' legend
    And this is gettin' ugly

    Ugly-in here
    Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    It's gon' get ugly in here
    Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    It's gon' get
    Ugly, ugly, ugly
    In here
    Huh, in here
    It's gon' get ugly in here
    Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    Uh-oh

    Now this thang is jumpin'
    Ain't it somethin'?
    What makes it special
    This whole moment
    Came from nothin'
    Now you see it triples
    I bet she slurp tonight
    Lames hide your wallets
    Hatin' broads
    Clutch your purses tight
    If you ain't tryin' to live
    You with the wrong crowd
    And if you feelin' brave then
    Better sport that thong proud
    And if you finally breathin'
    Then sing this song loud
    I'm glad I got you wet
    I know you had a long drought
    Don't worry about the law
    They can't arrest us all
    I had to crank couldn'ta done
    Nothin' less for y'all
    Forget your inhibitions
    I wanna see you whylin'
    And if Bubba dies tonight
    Know he was smilin'

    Ugly-in here
    Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    It's gon' get ugly in here
    Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    It's gon' get
    Ugly, ugly, ugly
    In here
    Huh, in here
    It's gon' get ugly in here
    Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    Uh-oh

    Ha ha, it's gon' get
    (Ugly-in here)
    Thck, thck
    (Huh, in here
    Huh, in here)
    It's gon' get
    (Ugly-in here)
    (Huh, in here
    Huh, in here)
    It's gon' get (ugly)
    Say what?
    (Ugly, ugly)
    Say what?
    (Ugly) In here
    Huh, in here
    (It's gon' get ugly in here)
    (Huh, in here
    Huh, in here
    Uh-oh)
    Thcka, thcka, thcka, thcka
    Thcka, check switch uh

    Switch it one time
    Now switch it back baby
    Switch it one time
    Now switch it back baby

    "Holla ain't no stoppin' me
    Copywritten so"
    (So what?)
    "Don't copy me"

    I want you to

    "Holla ain't no stoppin' me
    Copywritten so, don't copy me"

    C'mon Bubba, let's go Writer/s: MELISSA ELLIOTT, TIMOTHY Z MOSLEY, WARREN ANDERSON MATHIS
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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