"Girls With Big Titties" lyrics
"Girls With Big Titties"
I love sinking a line, I love cracking a beer
I love a good party crowd like the one I got here
And to my two ex-wives, it might sound kind of shitty
But I've always loved those girls with big titties
It started as a youngun, in about the fifth grade
That's the first time I recall thinking 'bout getting laid
That teacher of mine, she wasn't even all that pretty
But Lord, oh my God, she had great big ol' titties
I hope you're picking up what I'm throwing down
I like my face in between, I love 'em fluffy and round
It just ain't the same when they're small and little bitty
I've always loved those girls with big titties
I love playing my guitar, I love smoking my grass
I love making love, I love kicking ass
Them girls out in the country and there's a few in every city
Walking around with them great big old titties
I love Waylon and Hank, Hank Jr. and Merle
Love cash and my paycheck, love sweet mini pearl
But nobody's like Dolly, not even ol' Conway Twitty
'Cause Conway didn't have them great big ol' titties
I hope you're picking up what I'm throwing down
I like my face in between, I love 'em fluffy and round
It just ain't the same when they're small and little bitty
I've always loved those girls with big titties
It just ain't the same when they're small and little bitty (that's what she said)
I've always loved those girls with them great big ol' titties
I guess little titties are okay too
Writer(s): Creed Fisher
- AZLyrics
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- Creed Fisher Lyrics
album:
"Whiskey And The Dog" (2021)
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