(feat. Justin Timberlake)



[Justin:]

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny



[Bubba:]

Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport

'N told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door

The quiet country types is usually those I'm scared for ??

Some scared at first, but usually those demand more

Really ain't conceited, I just call myself the cutterbug

A horny little parasite that all the women love to love

Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was

Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother ??

Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin'

Bubba so psst psst knowing that I'm listening

I ain't gotta chain, boy my peck[?] is all that's glistenin'

Whachu steamin' on folk, y'all ain't even disciplined

I ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built

Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt

It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin' like you need a quilt

Y'all matter less everytime this margarita tilt



[Chorus:]

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny



A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would