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Yeah, look, Big C
It's the long hair, short short, Daisy Dukes for me
You can take me out the country, can't take country outta me
I'm a dirt-road dime, bikini in the creek
You can take me out the country, can't take country outta me (whoo-hoo)
Country, country (whoo-hoo)
Country, c-c-c-country outta me (whoo-hoo)
Country, country (Big C)
You can take me out the country, can't take country outta me (uh)
He like 'em country, ain't never had one from Kentucky, let me teach you 'bout the Derby, baby
These girls 'round here go wild off of that 'shine, we drinkin' dirty, baby
Ain't scared to get dirty, baby, cornbread-fed, we curvy, baby
Come get you a KY bitch, we young and turnt and purty, baby
Uh, sweet like grammy tea, spicy like a shot of whiskey
Lady in the street, a hussy once I get a lil' tipsy
Boy, you hit the lotto with me, country-built like Lainey Wilson
Big C showin' out for them country vixens
It's the long hair, short short, Daisy Dukes for me
You can take me out the country, can't take country outta me
I'm a dirt-road dime, bikini in the creek
You can take me out the country, can't take country outta me (whoo-hoo)
Country, country (whoo-hoo)
Country, c-c-c-country outta me (whoo-hoo)
Country, country
You can take me out the country, can't take country outta me
Ten years straight in the city, can't take the country outta me, I'm pushin' the camo slab with bare feet
I've had enough, I need to double cup, fill it up 'til it's thicker than some bear meat
I be ready for beef, walkin' in court high, feelin' like Spy Kids, bitch, I'm that guy
PBR and a 350 when I ride, country boy in the city, lil' bitch, get it right
Bend a bitch over the hay bale, dick, she can take well, she the baddest out the South
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the player of 'em all? Lil' ho, that's me
Got a bomb with no Caddy, we just haul them Ds, walk around with a stick off the branch of a tree
Feel well, I'm the butterfly, sting like a P, horsepower, go and ride, make her sit off on the seat
Country baddie, thick and corn-fed, feed her Texas dick and cornbread
Tell the bitch, "Leave your high heels at the doormat", dick lookin' like longhorn on her forehead
I put this country in her, dick for dinner, Texas bitch, be careful wit' her
The type of bitch to break down my weed, and then roll up a 'Wood 'til she catch a splinter
It's the long hair, short short, Daisy Dukes for me
You can take me out the country, can't take country outta me
I'm a dirt-road dime, bikini in the creek
You can take me out the country, can't take country outta me (whoo-hoo)
Country, country (woo-hoo)
Country, c-c-c-country outta me (whoo-hoo)
Country, country
You can take me out the country, can't take country outta me (uh, uh-huh)
Look, I'm country, and I'm fine with a kit-like shine
Put these hot cakes on his grill and call that supper time
I'm from the KY, where the teeth fake, but the ass real
Yeah, this Appalachia, baby, I'll make him hike this hill, you heard?
Hotter than a cast-iron, wild hair, need a flatiron, huh
Bitches tryna jack C, I ain't goin' like a flat tire, huh
Ride 'til the horse tired, ain't I say I could teach you 'bout the Derby, baby?
I'm just sayin' if he got the worm and he early, guess I'm Birdie, baby
Y'all know CC Birdie, I make a boy walk the line like Johnny
Cash like Johnny, when I get cash like Johnny, might go full trap and get a rack like Dolly, damn
That's Big C, yes, ma'am, exactly who I think I am, the country in my DNA, ho, it ain't for the cam