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Dixon Dallas - F150 (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dixon Dallas
Dixon Dallas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Hill
Jake Hill
Songwriter

Songtexte

I see you starin' at me in the corner Of the bar we've been partyin' in You got a twinkle in your eyes I've got something on my mind That I bet will make you more than a friend Well when we get to sippin' whisky And we get a little frisky I climb up on him, ride him like an F150 Got me hootin' and hollering' I'm begging him for more Nothing but my boots on, baby let's get down on the floor Or out in the shed maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed He got me singin' When we get to sippin' whisky and we get a little frisky I climb up on him, ride him like an F150 I can be a little straight forward But I know just what I want And when I saw you I just couldn't help myself but get to know you In a way that we can skip all the talk You ain't gotta say nothin' We can get to lovin' Maybe for a week, and maybe just one night A little bit of sinnin', I love the way he's grinnin' I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold bud light And when we get to sippin' whisky And we get a little frisky I climb up on him, ride him like an F150 Got me hootin' and hollering' I'm begging him for more Nothing but my boots on, baby let's get down on the floor Or out in the shed maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed He got me singin' When we get to sippin' whisky and we get a little frisky I climb up on him, ride him like an F150 You know just how to make me weak in the knees Yeah you got a little something Come here boy, let me make you see, what I mean, hope you ready You ain't gotta say nothin' We can get to lovin' Maybe for a lifetime or just for tonight A little bit of sinnin', I love the way he's grinnin' I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold bud light Well when we get to sippin' whisky And we get a little frisky I climb up on him, ride him like an F150 Got me hootin' and hollering' I'm begging him for more Nothing but my boots on, baby let's get down on the floor Or out in the shed maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed He got me singin' When we get to sippin' whisky and we get a little frisky I climb up on him, ride him like an F150
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