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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Louyah
Louyah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louyah
Louyah
Composer
Dakun
Dakun
Composer
Gervs
Gervs
Composer
John Ciro Vigorito III
John Ciro Vigorito III
Composer
Nicholas Michael Zullo
Nicholas Michael Zullo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louyah
Louyah
Recording Engineer
Dakun
Dakun
Producer

Lyrics

Driving a fast car, all my homies riding with me Got the location when I go to town, they know my name Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan No, she's five foot nothing, and I'm loving her twang I got a fire in my belly, and it's numbing my pain I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle And I been going crazy for a minute And my pick-up rims spinning your way You know it's all paid for, a tractor and a stable You know she want me I'm getting lost in her rhythm, I tried to flip the position And then she went and put me in my place And now the whiskey I'm sipping just taste a little bit bitter But I'ma finish every drop either way Driving a fast car, all my homies riding with me Got the location when I go to town, they know my name Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan No, she's five foot nothing, and I'm loving her twang I got a fire in my belly, and it's numbing my pain I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle I'm gone, so gone, but I ain't even leave Jacky whispered in my ear, "Son, you probably should stay" She got me all revved up, running every red light I'm ready to whenever, you just give me the sign The liquor giving them a backbones Told me, leave my keys and my cup and go home Well, I don't need your advice I'm looking for the after-party, and I'm going all-night Oh-oh-oh, she's like a red-hot fire, but her daddy said he'd kill me Oh-oh-oh, but I hit it like luke 'cause I'm driving like folk Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan No, she's five foot nothing, and I'm loving her twang I got a fire in my belly, and it's numbing my pain Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan No, she's five foot nothing, and I'm loving her twang I got a fire in my belly, and it's numbing my pain I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle
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