Lyrics

[Chorus: CB3] Whowee little country I like the way you shake it Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it Dance with me little country girl Don't make this cowboy take it [Verse 1: Brahma Bull] Five foot nine blue-eyed lookin' so fine On the dance floor stayin' hotter than some moonshine Country girl with them low cut jeans on Brahma Bull with my John Deere green on Look into these eyes with my Copenhagen smile Ride on the bull we can buck for a while Yes sir lookin' fine with them boots on Let me buy you drinks all night 'til my loots gone Little country girl Daisy Dukes cut so small Need to leave the bar take a ride on my farm arm Or we can stay here sweatin' to the beat And when you wanna cool off, swim in the creek Ten-four baby grab them reins Back it up like my tractor cuttin' them grains Flannel shirt, pigtails, and them Wranglers on Got the bull in the shoot singin' you this song [Chorus: CB3] Whowee little country I like the way you shake it Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it Dance with me little country girl Don't make this cowboy take it [Verse 2: Brahma Bull] Snuck up in the bar red stag in my boots Drop a red sash watch the bull get loose I got a Colt 45 strapped on my side I ain't Merle Haggard but my mama sure tried To keep me in line, to keep my boots tied tight Too many Bud Lites and it's just another fist fight Just a redneck, can't tell us nothin' Fists start flyin' females start ducking Take a couple country boys, throw 'em in the crowd Play some Johnny Cash turn that song up loud Yeah I'm on a mission, keep the ladies wishin' And when it's too hot get your ass out the kitchen Ten-four hey y'all then it's on You know I gotta fight like dogs on a steak bone A porch honkey keep my glass filled up Brahma Bull, mound up or get bucked, what [Chorus: CB3] Whowee little country I like the way you shake it Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it Dance with me little country girl Don't make this cowboy take it [Verse 3: Brahma Bull] Painted on pants, cowgirl boots Got the booty lookin' right, shirt tied in a knot Tummy lookin' tight, yummy Lookin' so fine, her man must be a dummy Let her leave the house and everybody starin' Can't stop lookin' at the jeans she's wearin' They all scared to approach her but not me She got a boyfriend that ain't gonna stop me The hottest thing since the sun I promise A couple crooked teeth but I will pay the orthodontist May the best man leave holdin' hands May the best man block Bull if he can DJ swap songs and this is my jam She said hell yeah when I asked her to dance The stopped, she turned around and rocked it By the second hook had my hands in her back pocket [Chorus: CB3] Whowee little country I like the way you shake it Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it Dance with me little country girl Don't make this cowboy take it [Verse 4: Brahma Bull] Feelin' rough, hurtin' bad, drinkin' mad I had a buzz Way too many shots of Jack Daniels had me spinnin' cuz They can ride a bull nah Ima give you ten And when she sees me ride that thing I'm leavin' with your girlfriend Yeah she's like an 8-point pretty eyes nice rack Take her to my tent I got a camouflage sleepin' bag Smiled at me baby girl yeah they say I'm funny Dancin' on the dance floor hoppin' like the Easter Bunny Big boy comin' through in my Redneck Nation tee I don't do the gator when I dance I do the manatee Dancin' on the dog box pullin' on my pant leg When I take my shirt off I'm lookin' like a beer keg I don't care, rock it hard, kill 'em with this country rap Come on baby girl you be my bass I'll be your rattle trap Everywhere we go we got 'em wantin' some more Little country girls dancin' out on the dance floor [Chorus: CB3] Whowee little country I like the way you shake it Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it Dance with me little country girl Don't make this cowboy take it