Turn it up Alright boys, this is her favorite You know right So, if we play it and loud She might get up and again Ooh, she put her beer she comes Here she Left left right left
Husslers shootin' Throwin' darts at the Feelin' near 10 ft. tall Here she comes, Lord us all Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend slapped him outta his chair ole boy, it ain't his fault It's so not to stare At that tonk badonkadonk Keepin' perfect ya wanna swing along Got it on Like Donkey And my mouth, slap your grandma There be a law Get the Sheriff on the Lord have mercy, how's she even get britches on That honky badonkadonk (Aww son)
Now Honey, you can't her For what her mama her It right to hate her For workin' that shuts down at two But hangin' out till three We to see her go But love to her leave With that tonk badonkadonk Keepin' rhythm Make ya wanna swing Got it on Like Donkey And Shut my mouth, slap your outta be a law Get the on the phone Lord have mercy, she even get them britches on that honky tonk badonkadonk (Ooh, that's what I'm bout right there, honey)
We don't bout the drinkin' Barely to the band Our hands, they a shakin' she gets the urge to dance Drivin' crazy You think you fell in Boys, you keep your distance You can look but you touch That tonk badonkadonk Keepin' rhythm Make ya wanna swing Got it on Donkey Kong And Shut my mouth, slap your outta be a law Get the on the phone have mercy, how's she even get them britches on That honky badonkadonk
honky tonk badonkadonk Yeah, honky tonk badonkadonk
That's it, there boys, that's why we do we do It for the money, it for the glory, it ain't for the free It's for the