Country Girl

I’m thick as cornbread get that from my Momma
I got guns like my Daddy you don’t want the drama
I’m a little bit of Dolly mixed with Rhianna
Make sure Before you cut the check you add enough commas
I know my ice cream bring them to the yard
Like they walking on a high beam trying too hard
I’m sweet as ice tea, sugar in a jar
You ain’t ready for a girl like me, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Born south of the Mason Dixon
Sugar and spice so sweet, make them pay attention
I’m a freak in the sheets, bake in the kitchen
I told him if you bring the meat, I got all the fixings

He wants that cornbread, sweet tea, meat and 3 loving
If he’s putting in work, I got dinner in the oven
Like a country girl,
He wants a country girl
He wants that homegrown WAP without the drama
Someone with good qualities just like his Momma
He wants a country girl,
He wants a country girl

All these dudes keep asking for nudes
If you knew me better you’d see I’m to classy for you
Deal with the shit everyday and I’m not in the mood
The only way you’ll get Savannah’s if my Nana approves
You gotta work for it, buy a Birkin purse for it
Throw in a new super duty, make them pockets hurt for it
I know what I’m worth, make a sinner go to church for it
Play me like a fiddle you might end up in the dirt for it

Born south of the Mason Dixon
Sugar and spice so sweet, make them pay attention
I’m a freak in the sheets, bake in the kitchen
I told him if you bring the meat, I got all the fixings

He wants that cornbread, sweet tea, meat and 3 loving
If he’s putting in work, I got dinner in the oven
Like a country girl,
He wants a country girl
He wants that homegrown WAP without the drama
Someone with good qualities just like his Momma
He wants a country girl,
He wants a country girl

He wants a country girl
He wants a country girl