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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Programming
Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
Bass Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Vocals
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Vocals
Ryan Vikedal
Ryan Vikedal
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
Songwriter
Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
Songwriter
Rodney Clawson
Rodney Clawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer

Letra

Don't act like y'all didn't know This wasn't comin', alright You know Tommy gonna trick his truck Jack it up big time Lift kit, chrome tips Spit shinin' like a diamond Game changed and the rain came And we took it down a back road Georgia clay mud-hole That's how these boys roll Now it's late night Underneath the moonlight Everybody's feeling right They sippin' on a bud light Go an' drop yo tailgate Turn up your radio Imma build a bonfire You can make yourself at home Kick back, relax, you know We just a bunch o' hillbillies Tip back ya cup o' Jack And throw ya hands up with me Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight Hey baby, that's alright It'z our backwoods, boondock roots It'z just what we do, it'z just what we do Hey, ain't no way to make this up But when it's running through yo blood There ain't no hiding the truth It'z just what we do, it'z just what we do Yeah, it'z just what we do Aw Shit!! You see Tommy called Jeanie and Jeanie Gon' call the hotties to tell 'em 'bout the party So don't forget the Bacardi Now it 's time to get your buzz on, And your love on, all night long And if you play your hand right, You won't have to go home alone Six string pickin', solo cup sippin', And when the moments right Grab yo phone and get them digits Cranking that Bocephus We all good with Jesus Come Sunday morning That preacher, he 'bout to preach it Kick back, relax An' pass the good time moonshine Who brought the party? Damn, that was Florida Georgia Line Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight (Aw yeah!) Hey baby, that's alright It'z our backwoods boondock roots It'z just what we do, it'z just what we do Hey, ain't no way to make this up But when it's running through yo blood There ain't no hiding the truth It'z just what we do, it'z just what we do Yeah, it'z just what we do Tell 'em 'bout it, boys Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight Hey baby, that's alright It'z our backwoods, boondocks brew It'z just what we do, it'z just what we do Hey, whatcha say we get crazy tonight (Aw yeah!) Go an' getcha drinks up high It'z our backwoods, boondock roots It 'z just what we do, it'z just what we do Hey, ain't no way to make this up But when it's running through yo blood There ain't no hiding the truth It'z just what we do, it'z just what we do Aw Shit!! Yeah, it'z just what we do Yeah, it'z just what we do Yeah, it'z just what we do
Writer(s): Rodney Clawson, Brian Kelley, Tyler Hubbard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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