Chords for Bubba Sparxxx - Ugly

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_ _ I choose to rhyme, rhyming chose [Fm] me, so I hit the track running like a nosebleed, life
ain't great now, but it's much improved, [F] yo album dropping this summer, that sucks
for you, cause this is Bubba's moment, I put my mother on it, I said my mama, it seems
as if I love her on it, so buckle up, cause it's gon' get bumpy, I call my girl Quince
Bettys, and my sh** grumpy, that Bubba talk, got your 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
50 million, then I'll call it quits, but until that day, y'all in deep, I never once saw
you cranking, cause I just sleep through you, what you need to [D] do, is just admit you [F] love
me, the south has always been dirty, but now it's getting bubbly,
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_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F] though I am country,
don't get the wrong idea, my ego's getting bigger, with [C] every song I hear, cause y'all
been bullsh**, spitting that booty chatter, I here for two days, and came with something
that truly matters, on goes the saga, of Bubba's plight, she won't see tomorrow, if I don't
cut the night, that's just my mood now, I [D] hate it came to this, how [Fm] else can I say it,
I don't speak no other languages, I'm fairly ripped now, [E] so this the Jimmy [F] talking, you
hear that beat don't you, that's just Timmy talking, go ahead throw them bowls, 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 [F#] scared, then just forget what we discussing, this that
new south, take a picture of me, cause I'm a f***** legend, and this is getting ugly,
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_ now this thing is jumping, ain't it something, what makes it special, this [F] whole moment came
from nothing, now you seeing triples, I bet you f***** the night, lames, hot chihuahuas,
hating bras, clutching [Fm] purses tight, if you ain't trying to live, you with the wrong crowd,
and if you feeling brave, then better sport that thong brow, and if you finally breathing,
then sing this song loud, I'm glad I got you, I know you had a long drought, don't worry
about the law, they can't arrest us all, I had to crank it, couldn't have done [Fm] nothing
less for y'all, forget your inhibitions, I wanna see you wilding, and if Bubba dies
[F] tonight, know he was smiling,
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[Fm] I'm back _ _ _ _
[F] _ baby, _ ain't no stopping me, copy written so don't copy me,
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you _ _ too, _ ain't no stopping me, copy written so don't copy me, _ come _ _ _ _ on Bubba let's go _ _ _ _ _ _ _