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[Verse 1: Georgia Line]
There's boys, got the [?]
Get to the gallon
They to that new school
Never heard of or Allen
There's those boys, the kind of boots
Who you ain't supposed to get
Ain't got a dog that outside
Ain't got a buddy named

Florida Georgia Line]
Yeah, I hatin' on them boys
Grew up lockin' their
There's all of boys
Up the sun, son
But this for...

Florida Georgia Line]
Y'all
that southern drawl boys
Here before you
off just right
Man, town is small boys
But you have a boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday
Yeah, stuck, who you gon' call?
Pretty girl, who you gon' for?
One of backroad runners
Man, I'm I'm one of 'em

Florida Georgia Line]
Y'all
(Yo Hardy, go on tell 'em 'bout the one time)

2: Hardy]
'Cause there's those girls, they're golden pearls
into trust fund money (Cha-ching!)
Yeah, the radio and the and Coke
Is the only thing know country
Didn't grow up on no county
They grew up on street
And they think they what kind of man
They want they meet

[Chorus: Florida Line]
boys
With that southern drawl
Here you know
Rollin' off just
Man, town is small boys
But you a ball boys
alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon'
Pretty girl, who you fall for?
One of backroad runners
Man, I'm I'm one of 'em

Florida Georgia Line & Hardy]
Y'all
State trophy in the hall
Hangin' somethin' that you hunted on the wall
You mess one of us, you get us all boys

[Chorus: Florida Line & Hardy]
Yeah, all of y'all
that southern drawl boys
Here before you
Rollin' off just
Man, town is small boys
But you have a boys
Homemade
On a night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon'
Pretty girl, who you fall for?
One of them runners
Man, I'm I'm one of 'em

[Outro: Florida Georgia
Y'all