Country Girl
I like a corn-fed booty
With the butter in the back
Say she bump Jelly Roll
But she love it when I rap
She say
"You a city boy, you be ducking in the track"
But after seeing that booty
I ain't never going back
I want a country girl
Big booty in an old Silverado
(Silverado)
I want a country girl
Shoot it straight when she drink it out the bottle
(Out the bottle)
I want a country
Keep it business in the front
Party in the back (Back)
I'm just trying to beat it bad
Like I'm Michael Jack (HeHe)
She asked me
"Crown, why you do me like that?"
Booty tired girl?
You looking kinda flat
I'ma need me a corn-fed country girl
Straight up from the back
Thick thinkin in some grits
On swole like my Backwoods
Daddy moving jars of that'at good, that good
Take her to the sack like Warren Sap would
She got a lift kit on her
And her booty poking out
(Her booty poking out)
I'ma ride that pony, no doubt
When God made you, girl
He really showed out (Uh huh)
And you gonna pay hell
Tryna get me out the South cuz
I like a corn-fed booty
With the butter in the back
Say she bump Jelly Roll
But she love it when I rap
She said
"You a city boy, you be ducking in the track"
But after seeing that booty
I ain't ever going back
I want a county girl
Big booty in an old Silverado
(Silverado)
I want a country girl
Shoot it straight when she drink it out the bottle
(Out the Bottle)
We can play hide and seek
I just tryin to find that
Got a bottle full of shine in the back
(Backseat)
I got it on tap
I hope it's fine that I roll a dime bag
You can fly your rebel flag
Long as I can ride that
And her daddy getting pissed
He a good man (I'm a heathen)
Just tell him I ain't black
It's a good tan (My name is Stephen)
Go half on the baby
Like the food stamps (He ain't good)
Or we could get higher than the moon landing
Booty getting beat up
You could kick your feet up
(Feet up)
You so fancy, I love a little Reba
(Ooh)
Imma be glad this night
Have her singing like Aretha
I'm trying to knock boots
Keep your sneakers
I told my Mama
I like a corn-fed booty
With the butter in the back
Say she bump Jelly Roll
But she love it when I rap
She say
"You a city boy, you be ducking in the track"
But after seeing that booty
I ain't ever going back
I want a country girl
Big booty in an old Silverado
(Silverado)
I want a country girl
Shoot it straight
When she drink it out the bottle
(Out the bottle)
I want a country
With the butter in the back
Say she bump Jelly Roll
But she love it when I rap
She say
"You a city boy, you be ducking in the track"
But after seeing that booty
I ain't never going back
I want a country girl
Big booty in an old Silverado
(Silverado)
I want a country girl
Shoot it straight when she drink it out the bottle
(Out the bottle)
I want a country
Keep it business in the front
Party in the back (Back)
I'm just trying to beat it bad
Like I'm Michael Jack (HeHe)
She asked me
"Crown, why you do me like that?"
Booty tired girl?
You looking kinda flat
I'ma need me a corn-fed country girl
Straight up from the back
Thick thinkin in some grits
On swole like my Backwoods
Daddy moving jars of that'at good, that good
Take her to the sack like Warren Sap would
She got a lift kit on her
And her booty poking out
(Her booty poking out)
I'ma ride that pony, no doubt
When God made you, girl
He really showed out (Uh huh)
And you gonna pay hell
Tryna get me out the South cuz
I like a corn-fed booty
With the butter in the back
Say she bump Jelly Roll
But she love it when I rap
She said
"You a city boy, you be ducking in the track"
But after seeing that booty
I ain't ever going back
I want a county girl
Big booty in an old Silverado
(Silverado)
I want a country girl
Shoot it straight when she drink it out the bottle
(Out the Bottle)
We can play hide and seek
I just tryin to find that
Got a bottle full of shine in the back
(Backseat)
I got it on tap
I hope it's fine that I roll a dime bag
You can fly your rebel flag
Long as I can ride that
And her daddy getting pissed
He a good man (I'm a heathen)
Just tell him I ain't black
It's a good tan (My name is Stephen)
Go half on the baby
Like the food stamps (He ain't good)
Or we could get higher than the moon landing
Booty getting beat up
You could kick your feet up
(Feet up)
You so fancy, I love a little Reba
(Ooh)
Imma be glad this night
Have her singing like Aretha
I'm trying to knock boots
Keep your sneakers
I told my Mama
I like a corn-fed booty
With the butter in the back
Say she bump Jelly Roll
But she love it when I rap
She say
"You a city boy, you be ducking in the track"
But after seeing that booty
I ain't ever going back
I want a country girl
Big booty in an old Silverado
(Silverado)
I want a country girl
Shoot it straight
When she drink it out the bottle
(Out the bottle)
I want a country
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan M Fleming, Stephen James
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