Hey, ha
Ain't nothin 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 (oh) (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
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 (yeah)
Some girls hate jacked up trucks
Solo cups around a bonfire buzz, yeah
And some girls hate that moon shine glow
'Til the roosters crows (yeah)
'Cause they ain't hittin' like them (yeah, yeah)
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks (uh-huh)
County line, country dime, truck driving chicks
Them grits (yea-yea-yeah)
Got the natty on their lips
Honky tonkin', boot stomping, line dancing hips, yeah
(There's a whole) 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 them in the city like grits (uh-huh)
(Yeah, yeah) all my certified country-fied cuties
Grits (all my grits, let me see y'all right now, let's go)
'Cause they ain't hittin' like them (oh)
Grits (hey)
Them girls raised in the sticks
Them county line, country dime, truck driving chicks
Them grits (hey)
Got the natty on their lips
Them 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
There's a whole lotta bad, bad girls
In this this big (hey), big world but damn
Ain't nothing like them grits (ain't nothing like them grits)
Them girls raised in the sticks (hey, nah, nah)
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks
Grits (what'd you got?)
G.R.I.T.S Video (MV)
Performed By: Jimmie Allen
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Jimmie Allen, Rian Ball, Styles Haury, Tate Howell, Tripp Howell
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Hey, ha
Ain't nothin 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 (oh) (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
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 (yeah)
Some girls hate jacked up trucks
Solo cups around a bonfire buzz, yeah
And some girls hate that moon shine glow
'Til the roosters crows (yeah)
'Cause they ain't hittin' like them (yeah, yeah)
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks (uh-huh)
County line, country dime, truck driving chicks
Them grits (yea-yea-yeah)
Got the natty on their lips
Honky tonkin', boot stomping, line dancing hips, yeah
(There's a whole) 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 them in the city like grits (uh-huh)
(Yeah, yeah) all my certified country-fied cuties
Grits (all my grits, let me see y'all right now, let's go)
'Cause they ain't hittin' like them (oh)
Grits (hey)
Them girls raised in the sticks
Them county line, country dime, truck driving chicks
Them grits (hey)
Got the natty on their lips
Them 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
There's a whole lotta bad, bad girls
In this this big (hey), big world but damn
Ain't nothing like them grits (ain't nothing like them grits)
Them girls raised in the sticks (hey, nah, nah)
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks
Grits (what'd you got?)
Ain't nothin 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 (oh) (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
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 (yeah)
Some girls hate jacked up trucks
Solo cups around a bonfire buzz, yeah
And some girls hate that moon shine glow
'Til the roosters crows (yeah)
'Cause they ain't hittin' like them (yeah, yeah)
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks (uh-huh)
County line, country dime, truck driving chicks
Them grits (yea-yea-yeah)
Got the natty on their lips
Honky tonkin', boot stomping, line dancing hips, yeah
(There's a whole) 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 them in the city like grits (uh-huh)
(Yeah, yeah) all my certified country-fied cuties
Grits (all my grits, let me see y'all right now, let's go)
'Cause they ain't hittin' like them (oh)
Grits (hey)
Them girls raised in the sticks
Them county line, country dime, truck driving chicks
Them grits (hey)
Got the natty on their lips
Them 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
There's a whole lotta bad, bad girls
In this this big (hey), big world but damn
Ain't nothing like them grits (ain't nothing like them grits)
Them girls raised in the sticks (hey, nah, nah)
Grits
Them girls raised in the sticks
Grits (what'd you got?)
Writer: Jimmie Allen, Rian Ball, Styles Haury, Tate Howell, Tripp Howell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC