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Aye! Gold legs in my Silverado Gimme a kiss and I'ma give you the title Super Walmart, supermodel, yoo-hoo And I ain't talking 'bout the bottle, nah A little crop-top crimson pride Make a tiger wanna roll tide (roll tide) Even Bo knows, bae Come on Bo, don't lie (sing it to me now) Sang it to me, shawty with ya thick Shania Twang (Twang) Lean back in it like a chain-link swing (whoo!) Aye, show me the country Drop it like that tailgate, like I'm 'bout to do on one knee (nah, nah) Shake it like Mama's fried chicken on Sunday Aye, show me the country Damn, love the way you say, "Hey, y'all" (hey, y'all) Kinda rad that you can't olay off In them jeans (them jeans) I mean (I mean) Just wanna get them thangs George Strait off Ooh, I ain't never seen Southern Scoop (Scoop) Like you-oo-oo in them boots Girl, I thought this bar was no smoking Said, I'ma just keep do-si-do-ing Sang it to me, shawty with ya thick Shania Twang (Twang) Lean back in it like a chain-link swang (whoo!) Aye, show me the country Drop it like that tailgate, like I'm 'bout to do on one knee (nah, nah) Shake it like Mama's fried chicken on Sunday Aye, show me the country And that smile, that smile Make the West wish it was that wild Like you just walked out off my radio dial My jam, hot damn, yes, ma'am (Aye) Sang it to me, shawty with ya thick Shania Twang (Twang) Lean back in it like a chain-link swing (whoo!) Aye, show me the country Drop it like that tailgate, like I'm 'bout to do on one knee (nah, nah) Shake it like Mama's fried chicken on Sunday Aye, show me the country Aye, show me the country
Writer(s): Walker Hayes, Joshua Miller, Dylan Guthro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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