Blues Explosion - Boot Cut
But I got buckles on the side
I'm gonna get that bank
Got to stomp on the blues
I'm gonna blow in the dirt
Now baby, I dig them shoes
You got them on your feet
Where did you get them, baby
Come on, whip it on me
Mom brought her dad a
Pretty feet and a
Bottle licker
Well, I dig them feet
Baby, pull off your shoes
Don't give me the new ones
Out of control
Now I got them shoes
I think you're shorter than me
But honey, put them on
And you can play that game
I'm gonna sit down
And let you drive
Automatic
Ah yeah
Prada, Gucci, baby, make me
Think about Hollywood
Nobody got that
I said I wish you would
Hey
Come on, do it
Do it
Come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, do it
Yeah
Boot cut
Boot cut
Boot cut
I got to get that
I'm gonna get that bank
Got to stomp on the blues
I'm gonna blow in the dirt
Now baby, I dig them shoes
You got them on your feet
Where did you get them, baby
Come on, whip it on me
Mom brought her dad a
Pretty feet and a
Bottle licker
Well, I dig them feet
Baby, pull off your shoes
Don't give me the new ones
Out of control
Now I got them shoes
I think you're shorter than me
But honey, put them on
And you can play that game
I'm gonna sit down
And let you drive
Automatic
Ah yeah
Prada, Gucci, baby, make me
Think about Hollywood
Nobody got that
I said I wish you would
Hey
Come on, do it
Do it
Come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, do it
Yeah
Boot cut
Boot cut
Boot cut
I got to get that
But I got buckles on the side
I'm gonna get that bank
Got to stomp on the blues
I'm gonna blow in the dirt
Now baby, I dig them shoes
You got them on your feet
Where did you get them, baby
Come on, whip it on me
Mom brought her dad a
Pretty feet and a
Bottle licker
Well, I dig them feet
Baby, pull off your shoes
Don't give me the new ones
Out of control
Now I got them shoes
I think you're shorter than me
But honey, put them on
And you can play that game
I'm gonna sit down
And let you drive
Automatic
Ah yeah
Prada, Gucci, baby, make me
Think about Hollywood
Nobody got that
I said I wish you would
Hey
Come on, do it
Do it
Come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, do it
Yeah
Boot cut
Boot cut
Boot cut
I got to get that
I'm gonna get that bank
Got to stomp on the blues
I'm gonna blow in the dirt
Now baby, I dig them shoes
You got them on your feet
Where did you get them, baby
Come on, whip it on me
Mom brought her dad a
Pretty feet and a
Bottle licker
Well, I dig them feet
Baby, pull off your shoes
Don't give me the new ones
Out of control
Now I got them shoes
I think you're shorter than me
But honey, put them on
And you can play that game
I'm gonna sit down
And let you drive
Automatic
Ah yeah
Prada, Gucci, baby, make me
Think about Hollywood
Nobody got that
I said I wish you would
Hey
Come on, do it
Do it
Come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, do it
Yeah
Boot cut
Boot cut
Boot cut
I got to get that
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