Hootnanny Bubba Sparxxx (Ft. Justin Timberlake & Timbaland)

[Hook: Justin Timberlake & Timbaland]
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what, boy! I don't really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what, boy! I don't really give a hootnanny

[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]
Now I done banged a heap of +Betties+ in various modes of transport
And told them there's the exit, be sure that they close the damn door
The quiet country types is usually those I scam for
Some scared at first, but usually those demand more
Really ain't conceited, I just call myself the cutter bug
A horny little parasite that all these women love to love
Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was
Bubba fittin to get it done, I put that on my brother Russ
Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, just a whisperin
Bubba so psst psst, knowin that I'm listenin
I ain't got a chain, boy my pecker's all that's glistenin
What ya'll steamin on folk, ya'll in need of discipline
I ain't leavin 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
Ya'll matter less everytime this margarita tip