Texty

She looks like an angel, she knows what God gave her It's not every day you see something like that And I'm feeling thankful, the truck got a tank full I know how to handle when she drive it like that She's a bona fide, country-fried, neon light, Saturday night She's a certified ride or die 'bout to have the time of her life She's an ice-cold natty She drink like her daddy And when she gets the night off she dance her heels off She southern and sassy A barbecue baddie But she can put a tire on and I want to take her down Don't need a filter the way that she built it'll blow your mind She's an actual, natural, back-it-up country girl Natural Country girl Know you the baddest when there ain't nothin' added She don't gotta catfish, 'cause she's a whole catch She's mean with the stick shift, can throw a pig skin Homegrown with the thickness, I know the difference She's a dirt-road smoke show fully loaded ready to roll She's a blue-jean prom queen, singing, "Where the Green Grass Grows" And you know She's an ice-cold natty She drink like her daddy And when she gets the night off she dance her heels off She southern and sassy A barbecue baddie But she can put a tire on and I want to take her down Don't need a filter the way that she built it'll blow your mind She's an actual, natural, back-it-up country girl Natural Country girl Hold up, we might need to run that back one more time She's an ice-cold natty She drink like her daddy And when she gets the night off she dance her heels off She southern and sassy A barbecue baddie But she can put a tire on and I want to take her down Don't need a filter the way that she built it'll blow your mind She's an actual, natural, back-it-up country girl Natural Country girl
Writer(s): Matt Lange, Sean Small, Cameron Bartolini, Daniel Breland, Sam Sumser, Shania Twain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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