[J Rosevelt:]

I'm tryna' to tell you these country girls don't play

Just one look make you feel a type of way

She grew up off collards and yams

Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days

Damn straight I can tell she's country made

Baby, she gotta be country made

Yeah, yeah, grew up off collards and yams

Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days

Damn straight I can tell she's country made



[Lenny Cooper:]

Country made like some collard and gritts

Talkin' deep down south, 'bout as good as it gets you know

Them shorty shorts that make the cheeks of her butt show

Got a country boy like whoa

They don't make 'em like this in the city

She can hunt, she can fish, and she still look pretty

Looks cute in them boots and he shows no pitty

And she by my side 'til the real nitty gritty

Made me wanna call her mama say thank you ma'am

Drink a beer with her daddy and shake his hand

She ain't gotta wear a dress to impress me

Blue jeans, teeshirt, Realtree

Around her I can always be the real me

I make a man get down on one knee

Look her in the eyes ask her "What's it gonna be"

Anything that you need, girl it's on me



[J Rosevelt:]

I'm tryna' to tell you these country girls don't play

Just one look make you feel a type of way

She grew up off collards and yams

Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days

Damn straight I can tell she's country made

Baby, she gotta be country made

Yeah, yeah, grew up off collards and yams

Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days

Damn straight I can tell she's country made



[Young Gunner:]

Her daddy taught her right, taught her how to load a gun (Yeah)

How to fish and hunt, and how to get a job done

Known to get her hands dirty, hair up in a bun

And she stays lookin' fine, man I swear like she's the one

She's bangin', but she made me go straight

Think about her while I'm on the road and I'm away

She get it while I [?] I gotta get paid

'Cause she really likes spendin' all the money that I made

But I'm straight, 'cause we make a lot of change

Ridin' like we're Bonnie and Clyde in our own lane

She my ride or die and it goes both ways

Got me listenin' to that lone star, baby I'm amazed, uh

If she want it she can get it

Country as a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken

Butter on the biscuits, all of the fixin's

Finger lickin' and I'm about to dig in



[J Rosevelt:]

I'm tryna' to tell you these country girls don't play

Just one look make you feel a type of way

She grew up off collards and yams

Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days

Damn straight I can tell she's country made

Baby, she gotta be country made

Yeah, yeah, grew up off collards and yams

Just enough junk in the trunk like bam and a tan for days

Damn straight I can tell she's country made