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young gunner - stomp them boots lyrics

[intro: young gunner]
ahh
yeah
young gunner
tw-ng and round
phivestarr
yeah
(party with your boys)

[verse 1: young gunner]
got some real southern belles that would blow your mind
around here we like callin’ them wine dines
just some real hot things, just some rebel hotties
with them jacked up trucks and them rockin’ bodies
and you know she’s fine she’s a farmers daughter
got no tan lines and some tats up on her
and she likes to bathe down in that motor oil
i bettin’ ten dollars now that she’s ridin’ spoiled
and she got a little style with them camouflaged boots
got a pretty smile ’cause she got every tooth
yeah she likes to get wild, she likes to get loose
drink-drinkin’ on the shine ain’t worried ’bout the goose
but to tell you the truth she likes to go and gig frogs
maybe spend a night down at the mud bog
tell you right now that’s my dream girl
ain’t scared of no dirt but a clean girl

[chorus]
the way she moves it, when she drops it down low
i’m about to lose it, her boots stompin’ on the floor
actin’ foolish dreams thumpin’ grindin’ slow
she called every girl she know and they all about to show
shake it girl stomp them boots
shake it girl stomp them boots
sh-shake it girl stomp them boots
shake it girl stomp them boots
to the left girl, stomp them boots
to the right girl, stomp them boots
get down girl, stomp them boots
get low girl, stomp them boots

[verse 2: [?]]
shake it girl stomp them boots, d-mn girl you’re the truth (that’s right)
to the left, to the right, goin’ hard all night
poppin’ bottles, twistin’ jars
charlie sheen par-party hard
in the club, or at the house
on the floor, or on the couch
don’t give a d-mn go wylin’ out
boot-boot scootin’ boogie what i’m talkin’ ’bout
your entourage sip-sippin’
courage bangin’, speakers hittin’ (d-mn)
she a southern hottie
slow motion when she move her body
picture prefect, paparazzi
cup of nice with a splash of naughty

[verse 3: [?]]
there she goes, she’s lookin’ fine
post at the bar with some fine felines
out on the floor, dancin’ in line
stompin’ them boots while she’s dressed to the nines
i love it when she drop it low
the way she move make me wanna know
just how far she really wanna go
sippin’, dippin’ up a gl-ss with a mouth like whoa
hold up wait a minute
dance floor poppin’ with some wild women
hold up wait a minute
she’s stompin’ them boots while the dj spinnin’
(explode, dj spinnin’, explode, dj spinnin’, explode, dj spinnin’)

- young gunner lyrics

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