Florida Georgia Line & Hardy - Y'all Boys

Текст песни: Y'all Boys

Well there's those boys
Got the kinda ride get 55 to the gallon
They listen to that new school

Never heard of George or Allan
There's those boys wear the kinda boots
You ain't suppose to get muddy
Ain't got a dog that lives outside
Ain't got a buddy named Buddy

Yeah I ain't hating on them boys
Grew up locking their doors
There's all kinds of boys
Up under the sun, son
But this one's for

Y'all boys
With that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know
Rollin' off just right
Man that town is small boys
But you have a ball boys
Homemade alcohol
On a Saturday night
Yeah truck stuck, who you gon' call
Pretty girl who you gon' fall for
One of them backroad runners
Man I'm glad I'm one of

Y'all boys
Yo Hardy
Go on tell 'em 'bout the girls one time

'There's those girls, that like gold and pearls
Dipping in to trust fund money (cha-ching)
Yeah the radio and the Jack and Coke
Is the only thing they know country
Didn't grow up on no county round
They grew up on some street
And they think they know what kind of man
They want until they meet

Y'all boys
With that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know
Rollin' off just right
Man that town is small boys
But you have a ball boys
Homemade alcohol
On a Saturday night
Yeah truck stuck, who you gon' call
Pretty girl who you gon' fall for
One of them backroad runners
Man I'm glad I'm one of

Y'all boys
State trophy in the hall boys
Hanging something that you hunted on the wall boys
You mess with one of us
You get us all boys

Yeah all of y'all boys
With that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know
Rollin' off just right
Man that town is small boys
But you have a ball boys
Homemade alcohol
On a Saturday night
Yeah truck stuck, who you gon' call
Pretty girl who you gon' fall for
One of them backroad runners
Man I'm glad I'm one of

Y'all boys

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