Lyrics

[Intro: Bubba Sparxxx] Bubba K, mane (Drop, drop) And them Lac boys (Drop, drop it down low, low) [Chorus: Rooster] She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') (Drop, drop it down low, low) [Verse 1: SMO] Hey ladies, let me hear ya scream I'm a Tennessee don to my Georgia peaches Take a couple to go, like one of each 'Cause I got the skills to be a teacher 'Shine sippin', but she drunk as a skunk High as the pine, she pressin' her luck Thinkin' it's cute when she killin' a cup But one more shot, she'll be throwin' it all up Hey gal, try to follow my lead (Yup) Chug this jug while you hit this weed Now shake that trunk 'til the junk fall out So they can see what I'm talkin' about (Uh) Stacked in the front and packed in the back Get 'em all on on track, send 'em back to The Lacs She ready to roll and play in the hay Gotta love it when the country girls get this way, hey [Chorus: Rooster] She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') (Drop, drop it down low, low) She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') (Drop, drop it down low, low) [Verse 2: Charley Farley] Uh, baby doll workin' it all night long Sweat drippin' from her thong wylin' to this song Look down, down, up that pole 'til I'm gone Good golly, Charlie gotta get her back-back home Six-packs back-to-back and that's on Switch back to Pabst Blue Ribbon foam Oh shit, yeah, that's that drunk tip I'm on Turn my pitchers into jugs and kegs before the mornin' So come on in, the water fine Matter fact, that water there, what, half a pint 'shine? And that gal there with the Applebottom jeans on Is the apple of my eye (Eye), heir to my throne (Throne) If the mood is right (Right), I'll be like, 'Oww' This-this-this is a takeover, I'm takin' over the place Turn the volume all the way up and then hop up on the stage Hollerin', I got 'em wylin', so put 'em back in the cage [Chorus: Rooster] She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') (Drop, drop it down low, low) She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') (Drop, drop it down low, low) [Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx] What's the good news (Huh?), where the league weed? (Tell me) Them Lac boys (Yeah), got 'em with me Got a hundred bottles (Crown) and some good weed ('Dro) And if your boyfriend's here I think he should leave (Yo) Immediately, 'cause I'm wylin' you wylin' we wylin' And there's nothin' he can do about it (Nothin') Bubba K get it right on a Friday night (Yo) They can't see me, dude, I am out of sight [Chorus: Rooster] She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') (Drop, drop it down low, low) She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') (Drop, drop it down low, low) [Verse 4: Uncle Snap] Watch her go when she heads to the bar Showin' off like a brand new car In her own mind she's a rockstar Got all of the fellows comin' from afar To watch baby girl shake-shake that thang Drop it down low, don't break that thang Yeah I know you like my country twang Let me hit you off with some country game I'm lovin' them cowboy boots Country girl swag with them daisy dukes Up top is a bathin' suit She downin' shots said, "Whatcha wanna do?", Uh I can think of a couple scenarios Jump in, just crank the stereo Hit the backwoods in the four-wheel drive Stay drunk, stay crunk, straight wylin' all night, ayy [Chorus: Rooster] She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') (Drop, drop it down low, low) She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin') (Drop, drop it down low, low)