Country Girl Cook For Me
I love me a good country girl
Something about her
But, you know what?
My mama tried to warn me
Son?
You eat a country girl cooking
You ain't coming back home
If your gps take you down a back road and
You find yourself down south
Just know
You might be running into one of those
Good ole country guls
Well, mama?
She country fed
Cornbread
I know she cookin
know she cookin
Church girl, homegirl got me lookin
Got me looking
Body sweet like candy
Snicker thick like candy
Mama named her candy
She look like she ate her
Green beans, collard greens, homemade muffin
Don't put that turkey in the oven
I wanna be the one who stuff it
If she got a home down south
She country
Dirt roads to her house
She country
Country grammar out of her mouth
She country
You know what i'm talking bout
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Somehow I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
She let me watch her body go to work
She let me eat that cornbread first
She got my lips popping
Pots knockin
Later on them boots knockin
Yams in the oven
I want all that lovin
With those
Green beans, collard greens, homemade muffin
Don't put that turkey in the oven
I wanna be the one who stuff it
If she got a home down south
She country
Dirt roads to her house
She country
Country grammar out of her mouth
She country
You know what i'm talking bout
I let a country girl cook for me
Somehow I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
I fell in love
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
Fell in love
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Somehow I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something about her
But, you know what?
My mama tried to warn me
Son?
You eat a country girl cooking
You ain't coming back home
If your gps take you down a back road and
You find yourself down south
Just know
You might be running into one of those
Good ole country guls
Well, mama?
She country fed
Cornbread
I know she cookin
know she cookin
Church girl, homegirl got me lookin
Got me looking
Body sweet like candy
Snicker thick like candy
Mama named her candy
She look like she ate her
Green beans, collard greens, homemade muffin
Don't put that turkey in the oven
I wanna be the one who stuff it
If she got a home down south
She country
Dirt roads to her house
She country
Country grammar out of her mouth
She country
You know what i'm talking bout
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Somehow I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
She let me watch her body go to work
She let me eat that cornbread first
She got my lips popping
Pots knockin
Later on them boots knockin
Yams in the oven
I want all that lovin
With those
Green beans, collard greens, homemade muffin
Don't put that turkey in the oven
I wanna be the one who stuff it
If she got a home down south
She country
Dirt roads to her house
She country
Country grammar out of her mouth
She country
You know what i'm talking bout
I let a country girl cook for me
Somehow I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
I fell in love
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
Fell in love
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Somehow I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
I let a country girl cook for me
Then I fell in love with her
I love her country grammar
She got that country grammar
Something bout them country girls, country girls
Something bout them country girls, country girls
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Writer(s): Frank Cornelius
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