{Bubba} Feel me

{Timbaland}

Uhh! .. Uhh!

C'mon, c'mon, ah c'mon, ah c'mon

Catch me on a, backroad, or cookin in your momma's house

In your daughter's guts, or just spazzin out

Me and Bubba know what the hell we talkin 'bout

Pickin up Betty's like they was beans and brussel sprouts

We got the clout to make you bounce a little

We got the clout to make you down this pickle, until you gettin tickled

C'mon bubba let's surround this biddle

While you work the back bit Timbaland work the middle

Uh-oh, uh-oh! I see ya see ya smile

Timb' been around 'em all

From white to black, even magnoli-all

To hit 'em in project halls

In back of the streets maybe right in front of y'all (ha ha ha)

Timb' and Bubba is a problem y'all

It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw

We two fools and don't take no mess

B**ch lumber logs just to work the chest

He's country finest, I'm country best

Puttin lights out train, just get in that dress, now c'mon

{Chorus 2X: Timbaland}

Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it

Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it

Go on! Witcha bad self

C'mon! witcha bad self

{Bubba Sparxxx}

I brought enough with me to start this b**ch a college fund

Fitted Boy and Polo, and she ain't even got a son

Timmy kind of shy, told me to tell you drop it some

Here Betty, take this grand, get your monthly shoppin done

You can shake for dem but bet that you don't profit none

I got a coochie fart fetish, baby pop me one

While you by the bar I grab your boy a shot of rum

I'm the sh*t to the point you gotta stop I got the runs

Uh-oh, uh-oh! Why they all on Timmy?

Uh-oh, uh-oh! Ten grand is all they give me

Still got a grand left, can I let my hand rest

Right there on your damn chest, fondlin your tan breast

I might just snap back and cuss a broad

But this b**ch is truly blessed so I must applaud

In and out of every club in less than a hour

Sprinkle on a little Pervis like I'm fresh out the shower

Ohhhh! And rest assured Timmy runnin with Bubba

We gettin slurped by two sluts right in front of each other

And we'll probably do the same thang next Monday evening

I gotta ride this Bentley home cause Timmy's out so we leavin, now

::Chorus::

{female singer}

I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye

{Timbaland}

So while you're waitin won'tcha go 'head and talk to my man, uh

{female singer}

I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye

{Bubba}

Thank you Timmy, I don't mind yo' sloppy seconds

But when I send her back to you I bet we both infected

{female singer}

I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye

{Timbaland}

Bubba won'tcha just do what I tell ya

She got some good snapper (yes she do) damnit didn't I tell ya?

{female singer}

I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye

.. Won't you put in my mouth, won't you put in my mouth?

{Bubba}

Now, that's what I'm talkin 'bout!

{Chorus - 1.5X}