Country Made

Lyrics

[Chorus: J Rosevelt] I'm tryna' to tell you these country girls don't play Just one look make you feel a type of way She grew up off collards and yams Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days Damn straight I can tell she's country made Baby, she gotta be country made Yeah, yeah, grew up off collards and yams Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days Damn straight I can tell she's country made (Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh) [Verse 1: Lenny Cooper] Country made like some collard and gritts Talkin' deep down south, 'bout as good as it gets you know Them shorty shorts that make the cheeks of her butt show Got a country boy like whoa They don't make 'em like this in the city She can hunt, she can fish, and she still look pretty Looks cute in them boots and he shows no pity And she by my side 'til the real nitty gritty Made me wanna call her mama say thank you ma'am Drink a beer with her daddy and shake his hand She ain't gotta wear a dress to impress me Blue jeans, t-shirt, Realtree Around her I can always be the real me I make a man get down on one knee Look her in the eyes ask her "What's it gonna be" Anything that you need, girl it's on me [Chorus: J Rosevelt] I'm tryna' to tell you these country girls don't play Just one look make you feel a type of way She grew up off collards and yams Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days Damn straight I can tell she's country made Baby, she gotta be country made Yeah, yeah, grew up off collards and yams Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days Damn straight I can tell she's country made (Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh) [Verse 2: Young Gunner] Her daddy taught her right, taught her how to load a gun (Yeah) How to fish and hunt, and how to get a job done Known to get her hands dirty, hair up in a bun And she stays lookin' fine, man I swear like she's the one She's bangin', (She bangin') but she made me go straight Think about her while I'm on the road and I'm away She give me my own space she know I gotta get paid 'Cause she really likes spendin' all the money that I made But I'm straight, 'cause we make a lot of change Ridin' like we're Bonnie and Clyde in our own lane She my ride or die and it goes both ways Got me listenin' to that Lonestar, baby I'm amazed, uh If she want it she can get it Country as a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken Butter on the biscuits, all of the fixin's Finger lickin' and I'm about to dig in [Chorus: J Rosevelt] I'm tryna' to tell you these country girls don't play Just one look make you feel a type of way She grew up off collards and yams Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days Damn straight I can tell she's country made Baby, she gotta be country made Yeah, yeah, grew up off collards and yams Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days Damn straight I can tell she's country made (Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)