Rich Boy - Back in the Mud (Zone 4 Remix) lyrics

[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 s**ers man Don't nobody wanna get in the mud Nobody wanna fight for this sh**, they all too pretty New money [Sean Paul] Y'all n***as ain't no k-k**ers, 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**h, I'm a motherf**in' 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**er, 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 k**ers 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**in' ?, who ya motherf**in' ?, 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 k**ers 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 k**ers 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** 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** 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