Text: Bubba Sparxxx. Dark Days Bright Nights. Open Wide.

Yes sirree, no he didn't
Yeah, they did, yeah, they did
(Freaky, freaky)

Who just stepped off in this game
And foresizin' them white thangs
And invited y'all to test me wherever they might hang?
Didn't need no Hannibal to see Betty got nice brain
Now they thankin', I'm disturbed, believe me I'm quite sane

See we managed to find them flows, somehow, it's easy y'all
Take the hardest Timmy beat massage it and make it soft
Go 'head take it off, I won't tell yo' daddy, baby
I always had game but I've been extra savvy lately

You probably saw me at the corners in that candy Dodge Ram
Folks who ain't heard the news say, "Look at Andy, God damn"
That must be renowned fam 'cause I ain't even got a Dodge
But still that same raggy, quite import in my garage

I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama's veins
That I walk these dogs across this country, twice to stop the pain
So, I'm handin' Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry
Now, tell these sons of bitches get this gate open wide

Here we come, so please, somebody tell them to get open wide
Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they open wide
Got this thang out on the back, country rollin' is open wide
It's what? Open wide, it's what? Open wide, whoa

Here we come, so please, somebody tell them to get open wide
Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they open wide
Got this thang out on the back, country rollin' is open wide
It's what? Open wide, it's what? Open wide, whoa

Now shit's, sorta changed, since I strolled, in this thang
'Cause I froze, on your brain, like a nose, full of 'caine
Now I, try me a few drugs just to, find me a new buzz
But that, time gave me too much, thank God, I finally grew up

How could, I bring this so raw? Pack up, sing your shit on law
You mad? Well, then that's yo' loss, that's why, yo' bitch is on toss
Drink up, if you really wanna run, y'all wild like Timmy on the drums
They know, not to get me on the rum

Four-fifth, that is heavy when I'm done
Y'all want me to bust? Y'all sure y'all want me to bust?
I'm in the zone to bust, goin' adjust to the home of the fuss
Am I versatile? Probably the best y'all heard in a while

Have mercy child, don't just shake it, twerk it with style
Don't y'all love when I talk? How I sell it the way it was bought
The way I was taught, really I fought this battle for naught
And in conclusion, let me say that I'm on yo' side
To hell with Bubba, now show your pride and open wide

Here we come, so please, somebody tell them to get open wide
Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they open wide
Got this thang out on the back, country rollin' is open wide
It's what? Open wide, it's what? Open wide, whoa

I was sippin' pro, Remi slow, did enough to breakin' the law
Flavors froze, songs I chose 'til I get the crowd involved
So, I do shows and I lift clothes and point the mic to y'all
Which pistol, could get yo', eyes away from the bar?

Problem solved, stir and call the food court in the mall
And any chick, that I saw, I got her number and all
Help me y'all, if her closet is too small
For some domino drawers or a piece of her bra

I would reckon that one of her damn digits is off
I legitimately call and end up with a pizza that's large
So, I'm sick of you broads and you neighborhood stars
Don't care about your cars like Bubba, get out the yard

Listen, damn it, Bubba pay attention to my hoes with extension
Got my vogues on suspension, got my pushes in the kitchen
Got my streets, on a mission, got my corners with they trickin'
There's no fam in this business, came in too fast
(Sorry)

Here we come, so please, somebody tell them to get open wide
Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they open wide
Got this thang out on the back, country rollin' is open wide
It's what? Open wide, it's what? Open wide, whoa