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