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Joey Moi
Joey Moi
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Scott Cooke
Scott Cooke
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Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
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Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
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Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
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Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
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Ryan Vikedal
Ryan Vikedal
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Tyler Hubbard
Tyler Hubbard
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Brian Kelley
Brian Kelley
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Rodney Clawson
Rodney Clawson
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Joey Moi
Joey Moi
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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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