Dixon Dallas – F150 Lyrics, Letra
F150 Letras, Lyrics:
I see you staring at me in the corner of the bar, we’ve been partying in
You’ve got a twinkle in your eyes, I’ve got somethin’ on my mind
That I bet will make you more than a friend
Well, when we get to sippin’ whiskey
And we get a little frisky, I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Got me hootin’ and hollerin’, I’m begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on, baby, let’s get down on the floor
Or out in the shed, or maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed
He got me singing, whеn we get to sippin’ whiskey
And wе get a little frisky, I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
I can be a little straight forward
But I know just what I want
And when I saw you, I just couldn’t help myself
To know you in a way that we can skip all the talk
You ain’t gotta say nothin’, we can get to lovin’
Maybe for a week or maybe just one night
A little bit of sinnin’, I love the way he’s grinnin’
I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold Bud Light
Well, when we get to sippin’ whiskey
And we get a little frisky, I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Got me hootin’ and hollerin’, I’m begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on, baby, let’s get down on the floor
Or out in the shed, or maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed
He got me singing, when we get to sippin’ whiskey
And we get a little frisky, I climb up on him, ride him like a F-150
You know just how to make me weak in the knees
Yeah, you got a little something
Come here boy, let me make you see what I mean
Hope you ready
You ain’t gotta say nothin’, we can get to lovin’
Maybe for a lifetime or maybe just for tonight
A little bit of sinnin’, I love the way he’s grinning
When I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold Bud Light
Well, when we get to sippin’ whiskey
And we get a little frisky, I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150
Got me hootin’ and hollerin’, I’m begging him for more
Nothing but my boots on, baby let’s go down on the floor
Or out in the shed, or maybe by the lake, then bring it back to your bed
He got me singing, when we get to sippin’ whiskey
And we get a little frisky, I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150