God was showing off when he made ya
Sweet sunshine honey in some daisy dukes
It's hot as hell the way you shake that tailgate
you make me wanna holler at the moon
Oh baby those sparks are gonna fly
Light up the night like the 4th of jully
Oh, I'm at my tip-tip-tippin' point
Fill it up to the top I gotta sip-sip-sip on something
That hits the spot, won't you come on over here baby
Wanna get those lip-lip-lips and lawdy
When you shake that, you shake those hip-hip-hips and body
Curves got the swerve and, you're driving me crazy
I'm at my tip-tip-tippin' point (fill it up to top I'm at my)
Tip-tip-tipin' point (fill it up to the top I'm at my)
Well there you go
Lips hot pink, eyes denim blue
Making me think about 24-7
Your kind of heaven, loving' on eleven
Livin' on the brink of that
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Bridge
Fill it up at the top, we're ready to rock
we're about to get buck wild
Little ol' mountain, cold beer, whiskey till and moonshine
Tip-tip-tippin' point, tip-tip-tippin' point
God was showing off when he made ya
Sweet sunshine honey in some daisy dukes
It's hot as hell the way you shake that tailgate
you make me wanna holler at the moon