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Lyrics:
Yeah, baby
Hellraiser, tailgater, college football celebrator Stanley Cup, fill it up, trailblazer, kick it up dust Tattooed Fiction, her addiction Showing off what most keep hidden Long legs, leather boots, crop top tans showing through She really comes alive every single weekend She's daddy's little girl, but someday she's a preacher Two Hail Marys forgive her sins Come Friday night, she does it again Showing off that sunburned skin Let me drop with the sugar raps She wears boots on bars The way she shakes that thing it's really turning me on She wears boots on bars She used to be an angel But she wears boots on bars (boots on bars) Boots on bars (boots on bars) Rebel chick from the sticks Still likes Biggie and Tupac shit Whiskey River shot ripper Damn, this girl could hold her liquor Ride or die lives her life Renegade bloodshot eyes Fisher hunter, Hank lover Earn hard cheese-burning rubber She's the kind of girl you don't bring home to mama 'Cause you can't see all the crazy that she offers Two Hail Mary's forgive her sins Come Friday night, she does it again Showing off that sunburned skin Let me drop with the sugar round She wears boots on bars The way she shakes that thing it's really turning me on She wears boots on bars She used to be an angel But she wears boots on bars (boots on bars) Boots on bars (boots on bars) Her daddy's little girl, always home for preaching She wakes up every day waiting for the weekend So she can let out just a little bit of demon She wears boots on bars The way she shakes that thing it's really turning me on She wears boots on bars She used to be an angel But she wears boots on bars (boots on bars) Boots on bars (boots on bars) She wears boots on the house (boots on bars) Boots on bars (boots on bars) She wears boots on the house (boots on bars)
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