Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Torshia Suggs
Background Vocals
Lamarr Lyons
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torshia Suggs
Songwriter
Lamarr Lyons
Songwriter
Melanie Guillory
Songwriter
Gregory Allen Clay
Songwriter
Justin Lovance-Butler
Songwriter
Saaneah Jamison
Arranger
Elvie Williams
Arranger
Xavier Rucker
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Jarett
Engineer
Antjuan Johnson
Assistant Recording Engineer
KurtCurt
Mixing Engineer
Lane Johnson
Mastering Engineer
Henry Brown
Producer
Lyrics
Every man needs one
She make you feel like hit a homerun
(Ahhh batter up)
Found below the mason Dixson line
She was Raised on sweet tea and (sunshine )
A whole lotta woman
You gon need more hands than one
I'm a saucey kinda girl
Mess around and change your world
You gon need a bowl
And not a cup
It ain't enough to fill you up
Make you wanna take me home to momma
Never be with all the drama
Here come your uncle with them comments
(Aye nephew I see you
You did good there)
Awww Thank You
Grits
Girls raised in the south
Ahhhh
Grits
You know what I'm talking bout
Cajun, sweet, thick
Straight dirty south
It's like Grits
Girl raised in the south
Ahhh
Grits
You know what I'm talking bout
Taste you can't get out ya mouth
Take a seat(yeah)
It's time to Eat(mmmm)
I know you're hungry
(Hungry)
And its cooked just right
Never Over or under
Good morning or night
Make you Smile smile (I know it's good to ya)
Clean the plate(oooh)
Make you Lick ya spoon
Thick thick thick
And hearty yea I
Stick to yo soul
You'll love this meal cuz it never gets old
If you need assurance better take a poll
Told you before no no cups need a bowl
Make you wanna take me home to momma
Be your Michelle you Obama
Help you Eff up some commas
Cuz there ain't nothing like
Grits
Girls raised in the south
Ahhhh
Grits
You know what I'm talking bout
Cajun, sweet, thick
Straight dirty south
It's like Grits
Girl raised in the south
Ahhh
Grits
You know what I'm talking bout
Taste you can't get out ya mouth
(Fill em up)
Girls from the south betta watch ya mouth
Girls from the south betta watch ya mouth
Girls from the south betta watch ya mouth
Girls from the south betta watch yo mouth
Ohhhh
We know just what you like
And you'll taste it from the first bite
Quaker out the box
Slow cooked on the stove
Stir it slow and steady
Cuz don't nobody want no lumpy grits
Do you like em sweet
Do you like em kinda savory
Treat me real good and forever I'm your lady
Ooohh
There ain't nothing like
Grits
Girls raised in the south
Ohhh
Dirty south
Grits
Written by: Andrew Lamarr Lyons, Gregory Allen Clay, Justin Lovance-Butler, Melanie Guillory, Torshia Suggs