Verse 1: Gm G Driving in a fast car C C All my homies ridin’ with me Gm G Got the location C C When I got to town they know my name Gm G Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane C C I need a jean short baddie with a farmers tan Gm G Know she’s five foot nothing but I’m lovin’ her twang C C I got a fire in my belly and it’s numbing my pain
Chorus: Gm G I’m throwed I’m throwed C C No cups drinking out the bottle Gm G I’m throwed I’m throwed C C No cups drinking out the bottle Verse 2: Gm G I’ve been going crazy for minute C C And my pick up rims spinnin’ your way Gm G You know it’s all paid for tractor C C And a stable you know she want me Gm G I’m getting lost in her rhythm I tried to flip the position C C And then she went and put me in my place Gm G And now she whiskey I’m sippin’ just taste a little bit C C Better but imma finish every drop either way Gm G Driving in a fast car C C All my homies ridin’ with me Gm G Got the location C C When I got to town they know my name Gm G Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane C C I need a jean short baddie with a farmers tan Gm G Know she’s five foot nothing but I’m lovin’ her twang C C I got a fire in my belly and it’s numbing my pain Chorus: Gm G I’m throwed I’m throwed C C No cups drinking out the bottle Gm G I’m throwed I’m throwed C C No cups drinking out the bottle Verse 3: Gm G I’m gone so gone but I ain’t even leave C C Jacky whispered in my ear son you probably should stay Gm G She got me all reved up running every red light C C I’m ready to whenever you just give me the sign Gm G The liquor giving them a backbone C C Told me leave my keys and cup and Go home Gm G Well I don’t need your advice I’m looking for C C The after party and I’m going all night Gm G C C Oh, she’s like a red hot fire but her daddy said he’s kille me Gm G C C Ph, but I hit like luke cause I’m driving like bo Gm G Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane C C I need a jean short baddie with a farmers tan Gm G Know she’s five foot nothing but I’m lovin’ her twang C C I got a fire in my belly and it’s numbing my pain Gm G Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane C C I need a jean short baddie with a farmers tan Gm G Know she’s five foot nothing but I’m lovin’ her twang C C I got a fire in my belly and it’s numbing my pain Outro: Gm G I’m throwed I’m throwed C C No cups drinking out the bottle Gm G I’m throwed I’m throwed C C No cups drinking out the bottle
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