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Bubba Sparxxx

Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for 'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do
I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for 'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do

Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight (ayy)
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight (ayy pretty girl, come here)
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight (pretty girl, come on)
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight (I needa holla at you)

Girl, I don't need you (uh-uh), but you need me (need me)
Take it off, let if flop, shake it freely
And I don't tell stories, I let 'em tell they self
And you ain't gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself like nothing else (nothing else)
Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy (joy)
Ain't life grand (life's grand), live it up Betty (live it up)
Here go the whisper song, baby this is us, ready? (Come on)
Put it on me (on me) enthusiastically
What ever it is that you do, you do it admirably
And I ain't choose it, that thang chose me
It's Bubba K and Ying Yang, all the way in this thang (go)

Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for 'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do
I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for 'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do

Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight

Quarter to twelve and we just getting in
Bubba gon' make it spark wit' the Ying Yang Twins
Sippin' on Patron, blub-blub-blub
Shawty in a thong, woah, woah, woah
Ass get to jiggling, motherfucking wiggling
Keep that thang shaking, like she frost bit shivering
Ass be delivering, all type of flashes, cashes
Got these hoes shaking like molasses
Shh, let me whisper in your ear
Get your self together go and buy some new gear
Do something with your hair then hit the club
Shake ya ass and the players gonna show some love
Do that move ya did, just a minute ago
I guarantee you'll make all the dough
So go on do ya thing, baby, work what you got
To get what you want make that money, don't let it make you

Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for 'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do
I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for 'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do

Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight (yeah)

Hi there, how are things?
I once was a breast man, now it seems
Ever since I had the pleasure of getting you together
Your chest is just whatever I found the buried treasure
Yes ma'am, here's the plan
Meet me over yonder, okay? Don't play
I'll bring the whoop-whoop, you bring your cook book
And I'ma fix that stuff up, everything is just good

Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for 'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do
I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for 'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do

Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight


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Ms. New Booty Lyrics as written by Deongelo Holmes Michael Crooms

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    this a lyrical masterpiece? they say the same thing the whole time!!!!! it is stupid and yet i like it because it is a good dance song and because it is funny to sing. but a brilliant song. my dog could write this song!

    crazy4soccer14on April 08, 2006   Link

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