Southern Hospitality

I was born Southern by the good grace of God
Where I learned to say "y'all", and how to sharpen my claws
Where back-handed compliments are bleach blonde rooted
And saying "Bless your heart" means "Damn, you're stupid"

Hair every Monday, nails every Tuesday
Twerking in the flatbed of a pickup every Wednesday
Blurred sloppy Thursday, Friday into Saturday
And nothing cures a hangover like church on a Sunday

Gone with the wind Scarlett
Devereaux harlot
Sassing from Birmingham to Charleston
Big facts, where my Southern people at?
If you got a MAGA hat, well, bless your heart!

Southern hospitality
Come and get it, yeah, it comes so naturally
Southern hospitality
You know you want it when I feel the fantasy

(Feel the fantasy)
(Feel the fantasy)
(Feel the fantasy)
(Feel the fantasy)
(Feel the fantasy)
(Feel the fantasy)

Manners are my beauty, second to my booty
Put the pecans in my pie, got you saying "man alive"
'Cause I'm proper, so proper, a deadly sweet talker
Miss Peach in the study with a big ole revolver

Put your body on the wheel throwing daggers with my tongue
And if you can't take the heat, head on back where you came from
We stay tough, stay poised, stay humble
What mama don't know ain't no trouble
See us running that pageant, Daisy Duke action
If you got the drawl, let 'em have it

Southern hospitality
Come and get it, yeah, it comes so naturally
Southern hospitality
You know you want it, this is where you wanna be
(Where you wanna be, where you wanna be, where you wanna be)

H to the E to the A to the T
I bring the heat straight from the country
Sweet home Alabama mixed with sweet tea
I can make your South rise, that's a guarantee

Southern hospitality
Come and get it, yeah, it comes so naturally
Southern hospitality
You know you want it
It's my nationality (nationality, nationality, nationality)

(Southern Hospitality)
(Southern Hospitality)



Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Costanza, Ashley Levy, Ryan Taylor, Paul Coultrup
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