Wylin’ (Mud In The Club 2 Remix)

[Intro: Bubba Sparxxx]
Bubba K, mane (Drop, drop)
And them Lac boys
(Drop, drop it down low, low)

[Chorus: Rooster]
She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
(Drop, drop it down low, low)

[Verse 1: SMO]
Hey ladies, let me hear ya scream
I'm a Tennessee don to my Georgia peaches
Take a couple to go, like one of each
'Cause I got the skills to be a teacher
'Shine sippin', but she drunk as a skunk
High as the pine, she pressin' her luck
Thinkin' it's cute when she killin' a cup
But one more shot, she'll be throwin' it all up
Hey gal, try to follow my lead (Yup)
Chug this jug while you hit this weed
Now shake that trunk 'til the junk fall out
So they can see what I'm talkin' about (Uh)
Stacked in the front and packed in the back
Get 'em all on on track, send 'em back to The Lacs
She ready to roll and play in the hay
Gotta love it when the country girls get this way, hey

[Chorus: Rooster]
She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
(Drop, drop it down low, low)
She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
(Drop, drop it down low, low)

[Verse 2: Charley Farley]
Uh, baby doll workin' it all night long
Sweat drippin' from her thong wylin' to this song
Look down, down, up that pole 'til I'm gone
Good golly, Charlie gotta get her back-back home
Six-packs back-to-back and that's on
Switch back to Pabst Blue Ribbon foam
Oh shit, yeah, that's that drunk tip I'm on
Turn my pitchers into jugs and kegs before the mornin'
So come on in, the water fine
Matter fact, that water there, what, half a pint 'shine?
And that gal there with the Applebottom jeans on
Is the apple of my eye (Eye), heir to my throne (Throne)
If the mood is right (Right), I'll be like, 'Oww'
This-this-this is a takeover, I'm takin' over the place
Turn the volume all the way up and then hop up on the stage
Hollerin', I got 'em wylin', so put 'em back in the cage

[Chorus: Rooster]
She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
(Drop, drop it down low, low)
She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
(Drop, drop it down low, low)

[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]
What's the good news (Huh?), where the league weed? (Tell me)
Them Lac boys (Yeah), got 'em with me
Got a hundred bottles (Crown) and some good weed ('Dro)
And if your boyfriend's here I think he should leave (Yo)
Immediately, 'cause I'm wylin' you wylin' we wylin'
And there's nothin' he can do about it (Nothin')
Bubba K get it right on a Friday night (Yo)
They can't see me, dude, I am out of sight

[Chorus: Rooster]
She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
(Drop, drop it down low, low)
She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
(Drop, drop it down low, low)

[Verse 4: Uncle Snap]
Watch her go when she heads to the bar
Showin' off like a brand new car
In her own mind she's a rockstar
Got all of the fellows comin' from afar
To watch baby girl shake-shake that thang
Drop it down low, don't break that thang
Yeah I know you like my country twang
Let me hit you off with some country game
I'm lovin' them cowboy boots
Country girl swag with them daisy dukes
Up top is a bathin' suit
She downin' shots said, "Whatcha wanna do?", Uh
I can think of a couple scenarios
Jump in, just crank the stereo
Hit the backwoods in the four-wheel drive
Stay drunk, stay crunk, straight wylin' all night, ayy

[Chorus: Rooster]
She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
(Drop, drop it down low, low)
She'd rather dance on the pole, actin' wild and drank free
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
She'd rather go with a wild ass boy like me
Don't give a damn 'cause she wylin' (Wylin')
(Drop, drop it down low, low)