Y'all Life
Walker Hayes, Ciara
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(Y'all life, y'all) (Hey) (Hey) Small town, y'all town, double dutch in the park Ice cream truck failing that emissions test hard Got that blow up Grinch in the yard and it's March (shit) Ain't coming down anytime soon Y'all, them nursing homes still rattling with some Dolly Parton And them high school kids traveling like James Harden In them white limousines to the Olive Garden On prom night, it's good times, right We be livin' that y'all life, y'all (hey) Rollin' in the South Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus) Barbershop talking like, nah Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how (show 'em how) Y'all, we raise up (up) and, y'all, we goin' down, down, baby Yo' street in my Bronco I'ma talk to ya real slow (let's go) Said where the crawdads crawl We're living that y'all life, y'all (y'all life, y'all) Yah, yah It ain't nothin' better than them Sunday night lights Every night, baby, got me in my bag, yah, yah If you ever disrespect the fam, baby You know that's a flag Throw it up, give me Jesus, football That's that cup of life, hold up, yah, yah Yeah, you know it's us We the ones with all these brand-new blues Sayin' "In God, we trust" See, you trin' to copy my way But you cannot do it my way It don't matter how you try I'ma be a Southern girl for the rest of my life We be livin' that y'all life, y'all rolling in the south Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus) Barbershop talking like, nah Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how (show 'em how) Y'all, we raise up (up) and, y'all, we goin' down, down, baby Yo' street in my Bronco I'ma talk to ya real slow (let's go) Said where the crawdads crawl We're living that y'all life, y'all (y'all life, y'all) (Oh) If you're winners Let me see you put your hands in the air (y'all life, y'all) (Oh) Break it down, ya'll, sing it (y'all life, y'all) Y'all, I got that Wiffle ball, bat flip swag in my walk Down in 'Bama where they grammar got some country in it, y'all 'Nana pudding, prayer chains, tailgates in them jeans ain't no thang (no thang) But a chicken wing, nah (Ain't no thang but a chicken wing) (woo) We be livin' that y'all life, y'all (hey) Rollin' in the South Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus) Barbershop talking like, nah Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how (show 'em how) Y'all, we raise up (up) and, y'all, we goin' down, down, baby Yo' street in my Bronco I'ma talk to ya real slow Said where the crawdads crawl Said living that y'all life, y'all (hey, y'all life, y'all)
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Written by: Josh Jenkins, Peter Good, Walker Hayes
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