Bubba Sparxxx Ride Out of Town Lyrics

Pain Management Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Bangin'
  • 2 Country Folks
  • 3 Ride Out of Town
  • 4 Splinter
  • 5 Hairdresser Hot
  • 6 Right
  • 7 Getcha a Pull
  • 8 LaGrange
  • 9 Down Yonder
  • 10 Devil's Fire
  • 11 Wicked World
  • Woo-wee!
    Okay okay

    I make a livin doin what the hell I wanna do
    They still tellin you about it, I was showin you
    In a black El Camino with a new seƱorita
    And a chrome-plated nina, come see me (c'mon)
    These young country boys wanna be me
    But to be me, you gon' have to be me
    And that's a hundred hour work week
    Pourin concrete dirt cheap, no that's not easy
    Prayin in the moonlight tryin to do right
    Please God, show me what it look like
    Does it look like money? Does it look like Playboy bunnies?
    How 'bout just money?
    If not then it may not be funny
    "Made in Georgia" tatted on my tummy
    He told a joke when he said that's what he want
    Cause really no he don't, I'm laughin cause it's funny
    I pulled up with your sister Sunday
    Pulled up with her bestie Monday
    That's-that's-that's that dirt road mackin
    Soak up these three lessons from me
    (Here we go!) You was confused
    You should be un-confused now
    Hater get up on your horse
    Get up on your horse and just ride out of town

    Turn it up, it's goin down
    We gonna party when the sun goes down
    If you ain't wit it, don't come around
    Get on your horse and ride out of town

    Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
    Get, get, get-get up! (Ride outta town)

    Best around and blow me ten million dollars
    Like it was your truckload, homeboy holler
    And just as soon as I get another ten
    I'ma make her head spin doin it again
    I ain't that worried, I ain't concerned
    Sat a few out, now takin my turn
    Did what I did, got what I got
    Should I be alive? Probably not
    Probably still I honestly feel
    Like I'm for real a pretty big deal
    Country and trill, 30-inch wheels
    Back in this thang, that's what it is
    I can get money, I can go broke
    Either way it go I'ma be with my folks
    Bubba ain't dead, y'all just scared
    That must be why he ain't say what he said
    What goes around comes right back around
    Hater get up on your horse
    Get up on your horse and just ride out of town

    Turn it up, it's goin down
    We gonna party when the sun goes down
    If you ain't wit it, don't come around
    Get on your horse and ride out of town

    Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
    Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
    Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
    Get, get, get-get up!

    Turn it up, it's goin down
    We gonna party when the sun goes down
    If you ain't wit it, don't come around
    Get on your horse and ride out of town

    Turn it up, it's goin down
    We gonna party when the sun goes down
    If you ain't wit it, don't come around
    Get on your horse and ride out of town

    Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
    Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
    (Ride outta town, ride outta town)
    Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
    (Get on your horse)
    Get-get up! (Ride outta town)

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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