We stole your beat! McClintock G's!
We stole your beat! Thatís what you get!
I'm a dirty b**** and I like it rough
in the Dirty South I can't enough
cuz these dirty boys they get so nasty
they make me h**** they so fantastic.
Baby I don't wanna talk,
I just wanna lick your c***
Ooh slap that s*** across my face.
Put it in my mouth, give me a taste.
Stop. Don't waste a drop
of that sweet tea, squirt it on my top!
Chorus:
I want ya all to kiss my grits
I want yíall between my biscuits
I want ya all to be all mine
Well f*** me runnining cuz I ainít got time
I'm not a harlot, but I'm in Charlotte
And my drawers get wet when they call me darlining
Ain't no doubt I need to find out why
The others jump for the southern comfort
C'mon let's hump for a little while.
I like your smile, style, and they way you treat me
Cuz you act so sweetly.
So boys you'd better step up.
Drag me to the back of your truck.
Fry me with your big fat pickle.
Pour your gravy on my nipples.
You been talkiní some raunchy s***,
but southern boys,
Shut up and gimme that d***. Gimme that d***.
d***, d***, d***, d***.
I want ya all to kiss my grits
I want ya all between my biscuits
I want ya all to be all mine
Well f*** me runnining cuz I ain't got time
Your hot and dirty makes me flirty
love the way you call me purdy
Sayining things that make me h****
so I go buy you a 40
Y'all know how the story ends,
me you and some of your friends
cuz I want lots of southern head.
Southern head, southern head.
I'm awful fond of your hospitality.
Don't want to hear none of that morality.
In NYC the boys, theyíre hip,
but they think with their minds and not their d***s.
I want a dirty boy from the dirty south
f*** me all night then bust a nut in my mouth,
Bend me over, treat me rough.
Do it on the porch or the pickup truck.
Hell, I donít care if he's inbred
if his d*** is hard and he gives good head.
I want ya all to kiss my grits
I want ya all between my biscuits
I want ya all to be all mine
Well f*** me runnining cuz I ain't got time
We stole your beat! Thatís what you get!
I'm a dirty b**** and I like it rough
in the Dirty South I can't enough
cuz these dirty boys they get so nasty
they make me h**** they so fantastic.
Baby I don't wanna talk,
I just wanna lick your c***
Ooh slap that s*** across my face.
Put it in my mouth, give me a taste.
Stop. Don't waste a drop
of that sweet tea, squirt it on my top!
Chorus:
I want ya all to kiss my grits
I want yíall between my biscuits
I want ya all to be all mine
Well f*** me runnining cuz I ainít got time
I'm not a harlot, but I'm in Charlotte
And my drawers get wet when they call me darlining
Ain't no doubt I need to find out why
The others jump for the southern comfort
C'mon let's hump for a little while.
I like your smile, style, and they way you treat me
Cuz you act so sweetly.
So boys you'd better step up.
Drag me to the back of your truck.
Fry me with your big fat pickle.
Pour your gravy on my nipples.
You been talkiní some raunchy s***,
but southern boys,
Shut up and gimme that d***. Gimme that d***.
d***, d***, d***, d***.
I want ya all to kiss my grits
I want ya all between my biscuits
I want ya all to be all mine
Well f*** me runnining cuz I ain't got time
Your hot and dirty makes me flirty
love the way you call me purdy
Sayining things that make me h****
so I go buy you a 40
Y'all know how the story ends,
me you and some of your friends
cuz I want lots of southern head.
Southern head, southern head.
I'm awful fond of your hospitality.
Don't want to hear none of that morality.
In NYC the boys, theyíre hip,
but they think with their minds and not their d***s.
I want a dirty boy from the dirty south
f*** me all night then bust a nut in my mouth,
Bend me over, treat me rough.
Do it on the porch or the pickup truck.
Hell, I donít care if he's inbred
if his d*** is hard and he gives good head.
I want ya all to kiss my grits
I want ya all between my biscuits
I want ya all to be all mine
Well f*** me runnining cuz I ain't got time