Lyrics
Ill be be the stirrup baby
You can be the boot cmon
Tell me where to go
Im gonna tear up
When we listen to the blues
On your old stereo
You better back up
I gotta whip the whole chevy round front
Bad luck
To make a pretty girl step in that mud
Backup
I gotta call the whole neighborhood
She wouldnt get in that fight but her crazy would
Baby got a lil fight
Thats my type
Ill tell ya good whiskey burns your throat
Ill take a little fire
With my ice
Letting them good times roll
I dont want another
Quiet type
Rolling her eyes
At every other joke
Ill take a little fire
With my ice
Girl that crazy's gonna go
Great with my own
I dont mind a little crazy in the middle
Baby play me like a fiddle
On the road of life taking them backroads speeding
12 packing in the backseat
Listening to zack b
One of them look back evenings
Back up
I gotta whip the whole chevy round front
Bad luck
To make a pretty girl step in that mud
Backup
I gotta call the whole neighborhood
She wouldnt get in that fight but her crazy would
Baby got a lil fight
Thats my type
Ill tell ya good whiskey burns ya throat
Ill take a little fire
With my ice
Letting them good times roll
I dont want another
Quiet type
Rolling her eyes
At every other joke
Ill take a little fire
With my ice
Girl that crazy's gonna go
Great with my own