| Yeah I rock Gucci gang, but I got Baytown twang
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| That lifted pickup in the parking lot, I own that thing
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| Yeah, I know my drink might be all pretty pink
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| But don’t you let that fool you, I’m more backwoods than you think
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| You’d never know it, it ain’t showing in this downtown dress
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| But let’s just say that the shade of this lipstick matches my neck
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| 'Cause I can drive your truck faster than you can
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| I can get shit done with my own two hands
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| I can dance with the ladies drink with the fellers
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| You know Friday’s are good, but boy with me they’d be better
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| Country boys sure know how to have fun
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| But let me show you how a country girl gets it done y’all
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| Keep up, keep up, keep up I bet you can’t keep up
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| Keep up with that kick drum, keep up with that beat
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| Good luck, you gon' need some to keep keeping up with my feet
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| Can’t have you falling behind after drink number three
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| Boy who’da thought that you’da lost to little ol' me
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| 'Cause I can drive your truck faster than you can
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| I can get shit done with my own two hands
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| I can dance with the ladies drink with the fellers
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| You know Friday’s are good, but boy with me they’d be better
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| Country boys sure know how to have fun
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| But let me show you how a country girl gets it done y’all
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| Keep up, keep up, keep up, I bet you can’t keep up
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| Keep up, keep up, I bet you can’t keep up, keep up
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| You’d never know it, it ain’t showing in this little black dress
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| But let’s just say that this shade of my lipstick matches my neck
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| 'Cause I can drive your truck faster than you can
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| I can get shit done with my own two hands
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| I can dance with the ladies drink with the fellers
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| You know Friday’s are good, but boy with me they’d be better
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| Country boys sure know how to have fun
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| But let me show you how a country girl gets it done y’all
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| Keep up, keep up, keep up, I bet you can’t keep up
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| Keep up, keep up, I bet you can’t keep up
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| Keep up
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| I bet you can’t keep up |