G.R.I.T.S Lyrics by Jimmie Allen is brand new song sung by Jimmie Allen and music of this latest song is given by Jimmie Allen, Vinny Venditto, Vic Martin, Donald Walker. G.R.I.T.S song lyrics are also penned down by Jimmie Allen, Tate Howell, Rian Ball, Tripp Howell, Styles Haury.
| Song: | G.R.I.T.S |
| Singer: | Jimmie Allen |
| Music: | Jimmie Allen, Vinny Venditto, Vic Martin, Donald Walker |
| Lyrics: | Jimmie Allen, Tate Howell, Rian Ball, Tripp Howell, Styles Haury |
G.R.I.T.S Lyrics
Hey, ha
Ain’t nothing like the grits
Let’s go
Some girls
Like high class bars
And some girls
Drive them fancy cars
And some girls (Yeah, yeah)
Just wanna kick it in the city (Oh)
But they ain’t with me
‘Cause they ain’t hittin’ like them
Grits (Let’s go)
Them girls raised in the sticks
County line country dime
Truck driving chicks
Them grits (Hey)
Got the natty on their lips
Honky tonkin’, boot stomping
Line dancing hips, yeah
And there’s a whole lotta bad, bad girls
In this this big, big world, but damn
Ain’t nothing like them grits
Them girls raised in the sticks
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks
(Yeah) Some girls
Hate jacked up trucks
Solo cups ’round a bonfire buzz, yeah
Amnd Some girls Hate that moon shine glow
‘Til the roosters crows (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
‘Cause they ain’t hittin’ like them
Grits (Lets go)
Them girls raised in the sticks (Uh-huh)
County line country dime
Truck driving chicks
Them grits (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got the natty on their lips
Honky tonkin’, boot stomping
Line dancing hips, yeah
And there’s a whole lotta bad, bad girls
In this this big, big world, but damn
Ain’t nothing like them grits (Hey)
Them girls raised in the sticks
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks (Oh)
Down home pretty
They don’t make ’em in the city like grits (Awe, yeah)
(No, they don’t, baby)
All my certified country-fied cuties
Grits (So my grits, let me see ya’ll right now, let’s go)
‘Cause they ain’t hittin’ like them (Oh)
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks
County line country dime
Truck driving chicks
Them grits (Hey)
Got the natty on their lips
Honky tonkin’, boot stomping
Line dancing hips, yeah
And there’s a whole lotta bad, bad girls
In this this big, big world, but damn
Ain’t nothing like them grits
(Ain’t nothing like them grits)
Them girls raised in the sticks (Hey)
Grits (Yeah)
Them girls raised in the sticks (Uh)
And There’s a whole lotta bad bad girls
In this this big big world but damn (Hey, hey now)
Ain’t nothing like this grits
Them girls raised in the sticks (Ain’t nothing)
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks
Grits (Way up)
