Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joe Nichols
Vocals
Darren Knight
Vocals
Brady Tilow
Background Vocals
Dave Salley
Background Vocals
Hailey Cirovski
Background Vocals
Jackson Daniel Cones
Background Vocals
Shannon Cones
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Ray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mickey Jack Cones
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Lord, look come in here that girl's ****
As big as this Buick
I want you to look girl, look at that
Coach bag, she ain't got no **** Coach bag
You know **** well that come from Troy, you know it did
She got that hair stacked up
I reckin' she thinks the higher it is
The closer to Heaven, she gon' need Heaven
She gone need some Jesus in her life
Coming through here, doing that Tennessee walk
Ain't nobody got time to look at that, girl
[Verse 2]
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing up in your face
You get sprung
[Verse 3]
You know you want to put up tough
'Cause you noticed that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans that she's wearing
I'm hooked
And I can't stop staring
[Verse 4]
I like big butts and I cannot lie
All you other brothers can't deny
When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing up in your face
You get sprung
[Verse 5]
Ooh, that girl she got a wide load, ha ha
Somebody been getting them beans and taters
On time ain't they? Ha Ha
I'm gonna take a run at that bad little lady right there
Been pushing papers on a table since she was early aged
[Verse 6]
I like big butts and I cannot lie
All you other brothers can't deny
When a girl walks in with and itty bitty waist
And a round thing up in your face
You get sprung
[Verse 7]
Oh, baby got back
[Verse 8]
That **** girl did not look in a mirror
Before she left the house
Either that or she's got some lame **** friends
'Cause ain't none of them telling the truth
Ain't none of them telling her the truth
Oh, hey here she comes
Hey girl, what you doing baby
It's so nice to meet
Oh honey, I love that purse, I do
And them jeans look good on you, yes
Looking good, looking like a million dollars
You didn't go to Walmart for that haircut I could
Tell you right, now you sure didn't, ha ha
That's what I'm talking about, baby
You come in here look good
Them jeans fitting real nice, baby
Lord, well it's good to see you too
Hun have a good one, alright now bye-bye
Still think she looks like a ****
Written by: Anthony Ray
