Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirty Girl , by - Lenny CooperRelease date: 27.10.2016
Song language: English
Dirty Girl |
| Want a country boy with mud on his boots |
| Rough hands and his grip ain’t loose |
| A tractor man with hands on the wheel |
| Gonna get down and plow my field |
| We own them gravel roads |
| Bumpin' 12's shootin' whiskey |
| I’ll be your dirty girl so come on and get dirty with me |
| Oh yes I can, I’m a dirty man |
| Callused hands with a farmers tan |
| We can shoot some whiskey, get frisky |
| Little quickie, I’ll be your hillbilly |
| Really, we can take it down a dirt road |
| Rodeo, she put on a show, woah |
| My dirty girl, with a dirtified stamped on her shirt |
| On that RZR, she does work |
| The way she play got me lost for words |
| I, I, I can’t explain, she got me wrapped up in a snatch chain |
| And I’m game, for whatever she wants |
| I’ll do whatever it takes, make no mistakes |
| Hey, get it get it vibrate, make ya legs shake |
| Aftermath like Doc Dre |
| Hit it 'til ya toes break |
| Want a country boy with mud on his boots |
| Rough hands and his grip ain’t loose |
| A tractor man with hands on the wheel |
| Gonna get down and plow my field |
| We own them gravel roads |
| Bumpin' 12's shootin' whiskey |
| I’ll be your dirty girl so come on and get dirty with me |
| She want a real man that can take her to the field |
| Likes it dirty and totes a steel |
| Goes huntin', brings home a meal |
| He got stacks on deck, he can pay them bills, for real |
| She about that business, got her on the top spot on my hitlist |
| It turns her on when she hears me spit this |
| She really love me, she cannot quick this |
| Vicious. |
| With a tat on her thigh |
| Little bitty shorts that can make a man sigh |
| Damn she right, make me wanna put lips on her like a mic |
| And I might take her home tonight |
| She got friends, and that’s alright |
| 'Cause I got boys, they feelin' hype |
| We hit a dirt road, cut off the lights |
| Want a country boy with mud on his boots |
| Rough hands and his grip ain’t loose |
| A tractor man with hands on the wheel |
| Gonna get down and plow my field |
| We own them gravel roads |
| Bumpin' 12's, shootin' whiskey |
| I’ll be your dirty girl so come on and get dirty with me |
| (Far from the city, hey, we far from the city!) |
| (Far from the city, hey, we far from the city!) |
| (Far from the city, hey, we far from the city!) |
| (Far from the city, hey, we far from the city!) |
| (Far from the city, hey, we far from the city!) |
| (Far from the city, hey, we far from the city!) |
| (Far from the city, hey, we far from the city!) |
| (Far from the city, hey, we far from the city!) |