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mike bama - american saturday night lyrics

[intro]
you’re rollin’ with the dirt roads finest, dj cannon banyon
bama

[chorus: kalan miller of cypress spring]
i sit way out in the holler, there’s a party in the sticks (woo)
got this solo full of crown, everybody’s gettin’ lit
all them country girls are shakin’, boy, their mama’s made ’em thicc
and all my boys are makin’ noise, so ladies go on and take your pick
it’s just a small town american sat-rday night (yeah)
it’s just a small town american sat-rday night
an american sat-rday night

[verse 1: mike bama]
i got the musical medicine for you lyrical fiends
mike bama got a feature from my buddy cypress spring
this might get a little wild but please don’t call the cops
we just came here to show you all we got some boys to drop
no more label, no more sleepies, just the band, fam, and me
we on a whole ‘nother level, bubba please believe

[chorus: kalan miller of cypress spring]
i sit way out in the holler, there’s a party in the sticks
got this solo full of crown, everybody’s gettin’ lit
all those country girls are shakin’, boy, their mama’s made ’em thicc
and all my boys are makin’ noise, so ladies go on and take your pick
it’s just a small town american sat-rday night
it’s just a small town american sat-rday night
an american sat-rday

[verse 2: kalan miller of cypress spring]
me and my homies ducked off in the sticks
’round a big -ss bonfire all gettin’ lit
got a yeti full of bad ideas iced down
ain’t nothin’, sh-t man we been like this for years
got them city girls brought ’em out to the country side
’bout to show ’em how we get live, so leave your heels at home
we gon’ hop up in the chevrolet and hit them two trials
get turnt ’til three in the mornin’, one time put your hands up high
now everybody put your drinks in the sky
mike bama with cypress spring, it’s just a small town american sat-rday night

[verse 3: mike bama]
couple country boys proud to be from the sticks and hollers
workin’ hard everyday just tryna earn a dollar
ain’t turnin’ tricks or sellin’ drugs, we just grindin’ nine to five
steel toe boots and southern roots that’s how a country boy survives
lace ’em up and hit the job, work until you break a sweat
give a shout out to the heroes and salute to all the vets

- mike bama lyrics

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