Lyric Ugly

[Timbaland]
Uhh.. uh-oh, uh-oh
Tch-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka uhh
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Tchka-tchka uhh
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Say what, say what? Freaky freaky uhh
Tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka Bubba

[Bubba Sparxxx]
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

[Chorus]
Uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!
Huh, in here! Huh, in here!
It s gon get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!
Huh, in here! Huh, in here!
It s gon get uglyyyyyyyyyy, uglyyy, uglyyy
In here! Huh, in here!
It s gon get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!
Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-ohh!

[Bubba Sparxxx]
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

[Chorus]

[Bubba Sparxxx]
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

[Chorus]

[Timbaland]
Ha ha, it s gon get (uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!)
Thck-thck (Huh, in here! Huh, in here!)
It s gon get (uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!)
(Huh, in here! Huh, in here!)
It s gon get (uglyyyyyyyyyy) say what?
(Uglyyy, uglyyy) Say what? (Uglyyy!) In here! Huh, in here!
(It s gon get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!)
(Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-ohh!)
Thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka check switch uhh

{*"Get Ur Freak On" beat*} Switch it one time
{*Bubba s "Ugly" beat*} Now switch it back baby
{*"Get Ur Freak On" beat*} Switch it one time
{*Bubba s "Ugly" beat*} Now switch it back baby

"Holla!! Ain t no stoppin me" -> Missy
"Copywritten so" (so what?) "don t copy me"

{*Bubba s "Ugly" beat*} I want you to..

"Holla!! Ain t no stoppin me" -> Missy
"Copywritten so, don t copy me"

C mon Bubba, let s go