"These Country Girls" lyrics
(feat. Sean C. Thomas)
Romeo
Aye, y'all remember like Jason said?
You boys ever met a real country girl?
Plaid shirt with the western yokes
Cotton sundresses with the body of a goddess
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
She a bad lil' number in her pick-up truck
And NoLimit different so they know what's up
Guess I'm back for a good time not a long time
For that milkshake standing up in that long line
Shawty so fly
Denim jeans, thick thighs
And the whole crew bad, I'm telling no lies
They gon' party all-night straight from Carolina
I see a bad mamma-jamma
Straight from Alabama
These country girls run in packs, it's like they own religion
I'm trying to be all on her body like some True Religion
She the realest on the team, I know she never tell
Every Sunday in the bedroom like the NFL
These country girls got their boots on the floor
Boots on the floor
Dancing in a line, we watchin', wantin' some more
We want some more
Got red-dirt swag, got a hold on the world
Can't help but fallin' for these country girls
New Orleans, yeah
I be up in H-Town, dipping off in Dallas
Whole team balling, yeah, they thought I was a Maverick
Spur of the moment met a shawty named Alexis
She carrying a rocket, you know what they say 'bout Texas
She wanna ride the cowboy, lick it like a Altoid
Going like a robot, that's why they call me "El Roy"
Cowgirl boots, nice tan while she line-dance
Boyfriend mad 'cause she trying to get in my pants
Said it's on her checklist, she wanna lick the rapper
Beers got us buzzed so I guess I gotta zap her
Shawty trying to role-play, no, she ain't no actor
Big mama, heavy duty, said, "Call me the tractor."
These country girls got their boots on the floor
Boots on the floor
Dancin' in a line, we watchin', wantin' some more
We want some more
Got red-dirt swag, got a hold on the world
Can't help but fallin' for these country girls
She don't need no mansion, find her down the dirt road
And you know she armed, she don't do alarm codes
Know she grow her own fruit, that's what a Georgia peach do
I know she 'bout it, 'bout it, real soldier, shawty, so true
Honey from Kentucky
Got me feelin' lucky
Like football, I guess they better in the country
Honey from Kentucky
Got me feelin' lucky
Like football, I guess they better in the country
These country girls got their boots on the floor
Dancin' in a line, we watchin', wantin' some more
Got red-dirt swag, got a hold on the world
Can't help but fallin' for these country girls
These country girls got their boots on the floor
Dancin' in a line, we watchin', wantin' some more
Got red-dirt swag, got a hold on the world
Can't help but fallin' for these country girls
Aye, y'all remember like Jason said?
You boys ever met a real country girl?
Plaid shirt with the western yokes
Cotton sundresses with the body of a goddess
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
She a bad lil' number in her pick-up truck
And NoLimit different so they know what's up
Guess I'm back for a good time not a long time
For that milkshake standing up in that long line
Shawty so fly
Denim jeans, thick thighs
And the whole crew bad, I'm telling no lies
They gon' party all-night straight from Carolina
I see a bad mamma-jamma
Straight from Alabama
These country girls run in packs, it's like they own religion
I'm trying to be all on her body like some True Religion
She the realest on the team, I know she never tell
Every Sunday in the bedroom like the NFL
These country girls got their boots on the floor
Boots on the floor
Dancing in a line, we watchin', wantin' some more
We want some more
Got red-dirt swag, got a hold on the world
Can't help but fallin' for these country girls
New Orleans, yeah
I be up in H-Town, dipping off in Dallas
Whole team balling, yeah, they thought I was a Maverick
Spur of the moment met a shawty named Alexis
She carrying a rocket, you know what they say 'bout Texas
She wanna ride the cowboy, lick it like a Altoid
Going like a robot, that's why they call me "El Roy"
Cowgirl boots, nice tan while she line-dance
Boyfriend mad 'cause she trying to get in my pants
Said it's on her checklist, she wanna lick the rapper
Beers got us buzzed so I guess I gotta zap her
Shawty trying to role-play, no, she ain't no actor
Big mama, heavy duty, said, "Call me the tractor."
These country girls got their boots on the floor
Boots on the floor
Dancin' in a line, we watchin', wantin' some more
We want some more
Got red-dirt swag, got a hold on the world
Can't help but fallin' for these country girls
She don't need no mansion, find her down the dirt road
And you know she armed, she don't do alarm codes
Know she grow her own fruit, that's what a Georgia peach do
I know she 'bout it, 'bout it, real soldier, shawty, so true
Honey from Kentucky
Got me feelin' lucky
Like football, I guess they better in the country
Honey from Kentucky
Got me feelin' lucky
Like football, I guess they better in the country
These country girls got their boots on the floor
Dancin' in a line, we watchin', wantin' some more
Got red-dirt swag, got a hold on the world
Can't help but fallin' for these country girls
These country girls got their boots on the floor
Dancin' in a line, we watchin', wantin' some more
Got red-dirt swag, got a hold on the world
Can't help but fallin' for these country girls
