"F150" lyrics
I see you staring at me
In the corner of the bar
We been partying in
You got a twinkle in your eyes
I got something on my mind
That I bet'll make you more than a friend
Well when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Got me hooting and hollering
And begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on
Baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed
Or maybe by the lake
Then bring it back to your bed
He got me singing when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
I can be a little straightforward
But I know just what I want
And when I saw you
I just couldn't help myself but get to know ya
In a way that we could skip all the talk
You ain't gotta say nothing
We can get to loving
Maybe for a weekend
Maybe just one night
A little bit of sinning
I love the way he's grinning
I turn around, he cracks me open
Like a cold Bud Light
Well when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Got me hooting and hollering
And begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on
Baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed
Or maybe by the lake
Then bring it back to your bed
He got me singing when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
You know just how to make me weak
In the knees yeah you got a little something
Come here boy let me make you see
What I mean, hope you're ready
You ain't gotta say nothing
We can get to loving
Maybe for a lifetime
Or just for the night
A little bit of sinning
I love the way he's grinning
I turn around, he cracks me open
Like a cold Bud Light
Well when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Got me hooting and hollering
And begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on
Baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed
Or maybe by the lake
Then bring it back to your bed
He got me singing when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
In the corner of the bar
We been partying in
You got a twinkle in your eyes
I got something on my mind
That I bet'll make you more than a friend
Well when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Got me hooting and hollering
And begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on
Baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed
Or maybe by the lake
Then bring it back to your bed
He got me singing when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
I can be a little straightforward
But I know just what I want
And when I saw you
I just couldn't help myself but get to know ya
In a way that we could skip all the talk
You ain't gotta say nothing
We can get to loving
Maybe for a weekend
Maybe just one night
A little bit of sinning
I love the way he's grinning
I turn around, he cracks me open
Like a cold Bud Light
Well when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Got me hooting and hollering
And begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on
Baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed
Or maybe by the lake
Then bring it back to your bed
He got me singing when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
You know just how to make me weak
In the knees yeah you got a little something
Come here boy let me make you see
What I mean, hope you're ready
You ain't gotta say nothing
We can get to loving
Maybe for a lifetime
Or just for the night
A little bit of sinning
I love the way he's grinning
I turn around, he cracks me open
Like a cold Bud Light
Well when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Got me hooting and hollering
And begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on
Baby let's get down on the floor
Or out in the shed
Or maybe by the lake
Then bring it back to your bed
He got me singing when we get to sipping whiskey
And we get a little frisky
I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Writer(s): Jacob Higgins, Dixon Dallas
