"Country Girl" lyrics
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, ha-ha
She's been cutting her teeth, been grinding all week
Just tryna get paid
I stay matching her freak, she's looking at me
She's ready to play
Dirty mind, dirty jeans, dirty martinis
In a red solo cup on the lake
Rebel southern belle, just can't help herself
That's how she was raised
Lil' boot tattoo, yeah, I'm all about it
5'2", Daisy Dukes, yeah, I'm all about it
When the sun goes down, she be getting rowdy
Yeah, she's getting rowdy
Yeah, she's got me asking
Are you country, girl? Yeah, you country, girl
Yeah, you ain't afraid to get your boots muddy, girl
You're a boss, yeah, you make your own money, girl
And I like the way you go and put it on me, girl
'Cause you're country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Yeah, she know what she's doing
Yeah, you country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah-yeah, ah)
She's the type to get you going
Going all night till the early morning
Like a bonfire, that girl, she's smoking
Got me burning up, she's so fine
Dressed up to the nines, yeah, I'm all about it
Tank top, Levi's, yeah, I'm all about it
When the sun goes down, she be getting rowdy
Yeah, she's getting rowdy
Yeah, she's got me asking
Are you country, girl? Yeah, you country, girl
Yeah, you ain't afraid to get your boots muddy, girl
You're a boss, yeah, you make your own money, girl
And I like the way you go and put it on me, girl
'Cause you're country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Yeah, she know what she's doing
Yeah, you country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Yo, yo
Yeah, come on, come on
She's the type to get you going
Going all night till the early morning
Like a bonfire, that girl, she's smoking
Got me burning up, she's so fine
Are you country, girl? Yeah, you country, girl
Yeah, you ain't afraid to get your boots muddy, girl
You're a boss, yeah, you make your own money, girl
And I like the way you go and put it on me, girl
'Cause you're country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Yeah, she know what she's doing
Yeah, you country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, ha-ha
She's been cutting her teeth, been grinding all week
Just tryna get paid
I stay matching her freak, she's looking at me
She's ready to play
Dirty mind, dirty jeans, dirty martinis
In a red solo cup on the lake
Rebel southern belle, just can't help herself
That's how she was raised
Lil' boot tattoo, yeah, I'm all about it
5'2", Daisy Dukes, yeah, I'm all about it
When the sun goes down, she be getting rowdy
Yeah, she's getting rowdy
Yeah, she's got me asking
Are you country, girl? Yeah, you country, girl
Yeah, you ain't afraid to get your boots muddy, girl
You're a boss, yeah, you make your own money, girl
And I like the way you go and put it on me, girl
'Cause you're country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Yeah, she know what she's doing
Yeah, you country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah-yeah, ah)
She's the type to get you going
Going all night till the early morning
Like a bonfire, that girl, she's smoking
Got me burning up, she's so fine
Dressed up to the nines, yeah, I'm all about it
Tank top, Levi's, yeah, I'm all about it
When the sun goes down, she be getting rowdy
Yeah, she's getting rowdy
Yeah, she's got me asking
Are you country, girl? Yeah, you country, girl
Yeah, you ain't afraid to get your boots muddy, girl
You're a boss, yeah, you make your own money, girl
And I like the way you go and put it on me, girl
'Cause you're country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Yeah, she know what she's doing
Yeah, you country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Yo, yo
Yeah, come on, come on
She's the type to get you going
Going all night till the early morning
Like a bonfire, that girl, she's smoking
Got me burning up, she's so fine
Are you country, girl? Yeah, you country, girl
Yeah, you ain't afraid to get your boots muddy, girl
You're a boss, yeah, you make your own money, girl
And I like the way you go and put it on me, girl
'Cause you're country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Yeah, she know what she's doing
Yeah, you country, girl
Don't let that sweet smile fool you
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
