Like That (feat. The Lacs & Demun Jones)

Country girl with a big ol' butt

Country girl, country girl

Country girl with a big ol' butt

Country girl with a big ol' butt

I, I, I like it like that

Chrome wheels on a big ol' truck

I, I, I like it like that

Keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup

I, I, I like it like that

I'm living proof you can get it out the mud

I, I, I like it like that

I like 'em cornbread fed with a booty so big

I can sit a case of Coors on it

Chevy Silverado, looking like I hit the lotto

Got the pedal to the floor on it

And we're off, cruising down 65 South

Gonna show 'em what this Thoroughbred about

Passing bottles like a relay, Skynard on replay

Maker's Mark spilling out my mouth, and I'm not slowing down

You might think I'm gonna drown

But everybody knows this ain't my first go around

Chrome wheels, a whole fifth

And you know I keep a cooler full or beers

'Cause I like a country girl with a big ol' butt

I, I, I like it like that

Chrome wheels on a big ol' truck

I, I, I like it like that

Keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup

I, I, I like it like that

I'm living proof you can get it out the mud

I, I, I like it like that

I take one Southern belle that's down to raise hell

Drive the getaway car and post bail

No prenup needed, she cries when I'm bleeding

Thank God that her job got them benefits, yeah

Now I'm out, I'm on the road again

Securing bags for my Ben and all his dead twins

I came in blue collar straight to make them holler

And I promise I'm not leaving till I got all of my commas then I'm gone

In a 4x4 middle of the road straight, stunting

Yeah, boy, it's Demun Jones and my body of work is absurd

Likes them curves in a skirt when you see a, see a

Country girl with a big ol' butt

I, I, I like it like that

Chrome wheels on a big ol' truck

I, I, I like it like that

Keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup

I, I, I like it like that

I'm living proof you can get it out the mud

I, I, I like it like that

From the F250 to the dirt

We make them country folks hang on every single word

From the long dirt roads all the way to the burbs

Shooting white lightning make them woods go berserk

And you heard she got a big ham sandwich in the back of them jeans

With that ass on fleek, yeah, she packing the seams

With that tat on her cheek now she's cracking the beam

Let's get dirty, baby girl, and get back to the creek

I got my shit kicking boots on, baby, we can't do wrong

50/50 chance that we're 'bout to get our groove on

If you ain't in it, then maybe you should move on

I hit the road like a old school blues song

Country girl with a big ol' butt

I, I, I like it like that

Chrome wheels on a big ol' truck

I, I, I like it like that

Keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup

I, I, I like it like that

I'm living proof you can get it out the mud

I, I, I like it like that

We live for beefing with broads, we live for fun with honeys

Y'all keep on jacking ya jaws, you need a powerful buddy

You think you're lucky 'cause you're buddy, but you're bad to the bone

I need some big ol' rubber to wrap up all of my chrome

She got that booty bouncing, dropping down, I'm drowning on a Coke and Crown

Riding diesel Dixie girls, she done brought my wallets out

Now she up there twerking, make them ass cheeks clap

Yeah, I like it like that

Pick a perfect G in twenties, pop a grin because she seen us

I was driving through the front and to the back is where she brought it

We can ball, we can freak

Come on in up out that creek

You ain't Billie Jeaning me

Go on, girl, 'posed to see ya

Country girl with a big ol' butt

I, I, I like it like that

Chrome wheels on a big ol' truck

I, I, I like it like that

Keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup

I, I, I like it like that

I'm living proof you can get it out the mud

I, I, I like it like that