Listen to Big Trucks by Savannah Dexter, Dusty Leigh, Adam Calhoun & Demun Jones

Big Trucks

Savannah Dexter, Dusty Leigh, Adam Calhoun & Demun Jones

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Savannah Dexter - Big Trucks ft. Adam Calhoun x Demun Jones x Dusty Leigh (Official Music Video)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Savannah Dexter

Savannah Dexter

Vocals

Dusty Leigh

Vocals

Adam Calhoun

Vocals

Demun Jones

Vocals

Brinson Swann

Programming

Eric "WeeWee" Flemming

Eric "WeeWee" Flemming

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Savannah Dexter

Savannah Dexter

Songwriter

Dusty Leigh

Songwriter

Adam Calhoun

Songwriter

Bobby Shifteh

Songwriter

Brinson Swann

Songwriter

David Jones

Songwriter

Eric Flemming

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brinson Swann

Producer

Eargawd

Mastering Engineer

Eric "WeeWee" Flemming

Eric "WeeWee" Flemming

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah (Let's go, let's go)

[Chorus]

Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya

I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)

I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up

I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get

Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

Stupid, stupid, stupid (Break your— Break your—)

[Verse 1]

Break your neck back, lookin' up that super jacked

Super Duty max blacked out from the front to the back

Console packed full of green and magazines

But not that kind you smoke or the kind you read (Indeed)

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar truck?

Well, pay attention suckers, Demun Jones is pullin' up

Custom stitched leather seats with that heater for your butt

Logos in the head rest, Jones County stand up

Holler at your boy and I'ma get right with ya

I didn't mean to cause a scene, go 'head and take you a picture

I'm a big truck boss, flossin' so photogenic

Somebody grab me a ladder and I'll be down in a minute, come on

[Chorus]

Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya

I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)

I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up

I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get

Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

Stupid, stupid, stupid (I'm—)

[Verse 2]

I'm lovin' it, big pipes, I'm like a shuttle lift

Truck so high I could park your truck up under it

Big wheels spin on every truck that I'm in

I call 'em upper cuts 'cause they come up to my chin

Bass bumpin', turn left, the frame rubbin'

Pull up on you break-pumpin', dare someone to say somethin'

Crown in my bedroom, I can feel the hate comin'

Now drop it down and watch a country girl shake somethin'

Feel like I'm playin' tic-tac-toe

The way I got these men textin' me these Xs and Os

I keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup

Country girl with a big ol' butt

[Verse 3]

Got that big ol' diesel whistlin', speakers knockin', listenin'

To Upchurch up in Michigan, you talkin' or you hoppin' in?

Put the Mickey Thompsons on the Chevy I've been rockin' since

"Pocket Full of Stones", don't try to box me in

Bangers when you hear it, gotta turn the volume up, ayy

Rearview mirror shakin', couple cases in the trunk

I ain't drinkin' with no chaser and I never get stuck

How's the view down there in that rut lookin' up?

Flyin' by with the finest cutie pie, she a ten

Sittin' high, drinkin' apple pie, there she go again

Tryna rev my engine up, actin' like she tryna— uh

I'm just tryna get her home and watch her shake that big ol' butt, 'cause I'm a

[Chorus]

Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya

I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)

I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up

I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get

Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

Stupid, stupid (It's Dusty Leigh), stupid (Hell yeah)

Stupid (Ayy, what up?), stupid, stupid

[Verse 4]

I pull up lookin' down (Down), see only wheels on the ground (Ground)

You think you seen a plane 'cause my truck be in the clouds

It's Dusty Leigh, I'm the party boy, ride around in a Tonka toy

When I show my face, all the country girls go bonkers for me

I'm lifted up, lifted up to the sky (Sky)

You'll see a southern belle sittin' by my side (Side)

A fifth of bourbon bein' drunk until it's dry

Only noon, but I ain't cryin', 'bout to turn up, yeah, it's time (Let's go)

My truck's so damn stupid, state might cut it a check (A check)

My wheels built for dirt in case I go off track

I don't know it all, but I know for a fact

Real men like their truck beefy like Sav from the back, yeah, I'm a

[Outro]

Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya

I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up

Written by: Adam Calhoun, Bobby Shifteh, Dustin Leigh Esterley, Dusty Leigh, Eric Flemming, Matthew David Jones, Savannah Dexter, Todd Brinson Swann

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