Country Girls Lyrics

[spoken]
I’m from New York man, but I love them country girls
You know who this is right?
Yeah, it’s Mac Demy

[verse 1]
I like them country girls - with all them country curls
Wanna rock your country world - my little country girl
Sexy, pretty, purdy, for surly – shorty got dirty for me
Beg your pardon - what'd she say?
We can roll in the hay or you can ho my garden

I like the way that they talk - a little wiggle when they walk
I like the clothes that they wear
Show off their derriere

I like the way that they are - and if she dance on the bar
I think she might be the one
So let’s have some fun!

[chorus]
Wanna go down south where they grow
The way they move in them clothes
Their accents had me at hello
I like them country girls

The way they drink their sweet tea
I wish that glass would be me
The way they move their bodies
I like them country girls

[verse 2]
That southern cute 'ol butt - hop in my pick up truck
Hurry up don't make a fuss we can do what you wanna - don't give a :::ahhh:::
Mac Demy - Country Girls - http://motolyrics.com/mac-demy/country-girls-lyrics.html
Tennessee, Kentucky - get lucky, Georgia get horny for ya
Come on and show the Carolinas got the finest for ya

I like the way that they talk - a little wiggle when they walk
I like the clothes that they wear
Show off their derriere

I like the way that they smile - coming over here for a while
Alabama Texas girls
God sure did bless them girls!

[chorus] x2

[rap bridge]
Told your friends that I can make you :::moan:::
Even though your father's scary and he's got a gun
But I'ma do it anyway just for fun
'Cause I got two legs if I need to run

Confident that I'ma be his son
Believe me when I tell ya girl, “You're the one”
Just sit back relax and give me some
We can sip a little Jack or that Southern Comfort

Her when she needs it, I'm a gentleman
And if I gotta come through it - do away with your man!
One step, two step, and we're ready to go
She gotta face so fine and a body like whoa!

I’m gonna - cornbread on the side of the bed
She gonna - needs grits picks me instead
She gonna - make time cause she got my num
M-A-C-D-E-M-Y One

[chorus]