"Throwed" lyrics
Driving a fast car, all my homies riding with me
Got the location when I go to town, they know my name
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan
No, she's five foot nothing and I'm loving her twang
I got a fire in my belly and it's numbing my pain
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
And I been going crazy for a minute
And my pick-up rims spinning your way
You know it's all paid for, a tractor and a stable
You know she want me
I'm getting lost in her rhythm, I tried to flip the position
And then she went and put me in my place
And now the whiskey I'm sipping just taste a little bit bitter
But I'ma finish every drop either way
Driving a fast car, all my homies riding with me
Got the location when I go to town, they know my name
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan
No, she's five foot nothing and I'm loving her twang
I got a fire in my belly and it's numbing my pain
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
I'm gone, so gone, but I ain't even [?]
[?] whispered in my ear, "Son, you probably should stay"
She got me all revved up, running every red light
I'm ready to whenever, you just give me the sign
The liquor giving them a backbones
Told me leave my keys and my cup and go home
Well, I don't need your advice
I'm looking for the after party and I'm going all night
Oh, she's like a red hot fire but her daddy said he'd kill me
Oh, but I hit it like [?] 'cause I'm driving like [?]
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan
No, she's five foot nothing and I'm loving her twang
I got a fire in my belly and it's numbing my pain
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan
No, she's five foot nothing and I'm loving her twang
I got a fire in my belly and it's numbing my pain
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
Got the location when I go to town, they know my name
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan
No, she's five foot nothing and I'm loving her twang
I got a fire in my belly and it's numbing my pain
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
And I been going crazy for a minute
And my pick-up rims spinning your way
You know it's all paid for, a tractor and a stable
You know she want me
I'm getting lost in her rhythm, I tried to flip the position
And then she went and put me in my place
And now the whiskey I'm sipping just taste a little bit bitter
But I'ma finish every drop either way
Driving a fast car, all my homies riding with me
Got the location when I go to town, they know my name
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan
No, she's five foot nothing and I'm loving her twang
I got a fire in my belly and it's numbing my pain
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
I'm gone, so gone, but I ain't even [?]
[?] whispered in my ear, "Son, you probably should stay"
She got me all revved up, running every red light
I'm ready to whenever, you just give me the sign
The liquor giving them a backbones
Told me leave my keys and my cup and go home
Well, I don't need your advice
I'm looking for the after party and I'm going all night
Oh, she's like a red hot fire but her daddy said he'd kill me
Oh, but I hit it like [?] 'cause I'm driving like [?]
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan
No, she's five foot nothing and I'm loving her twang
I got a fire in my belly and it's numbing my pain
Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane
I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan
No, she's five foot nothing and I'm loving her twang
I got a fire in my belly and it's numbing my pain
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
I'm throwed, I'm throwed
No cups, drinking out the bottle
Writer(s): John Vigorito
