Hey, I like the snakeskin, I like them Buckaroos
I like my leather shined up with a shade of blue
I like the black cherry alligator pointed toe
I wear ’em out till there’s holes on the outsole
They go with everything, I take ’em everywhere
Lil’ mama came with a man, but she still starin’
Damn, I probably don’t need no more
But the second I walk through the door, I tell ’em
Give me two pairs of Luccheses
All-white shirt and some bootcut jeans
I’ll go all night, stomping to the beat
I just got a check, blew it all on my feet like
Ooh, ooh
Ain’t shit you can tell me, I feel like Nelly
Give me two pairs of Luccheses
All-white shirt and some bootcut jeans, yeah
Hey, I need some for work, I need some for church
I need some for getting down dirty in the dirt
So I’ll take them Badlands, I’ll take them High Plains
The way they sitting, buddy, you can tell they handmade
They go with everything, I take ’em everywhere
Lil’ shorty came with a man, but she still starin’
Damn, I probably don’t need no more
But the second I walk through the door, I tell ’em
Give me two pairs of Luccheses
All-white shirt and some bootcut jeans
I’ll go all night, stomping to the beat
I just got a check, blew it all on my feet like
Ooh, ooh
Ain’t shit you can tell me, I feel like Nelly
Give me two pairs of Luccheses
All-white shirt and some bootcut jeans, yeah
Two pairs of Luccheses
All-white shirt and some bootcut jeans
I’ll go all night, stomping to the beat
I just got a check, blew it all on my feet like
Ooh, ooh
Ain’t shit you can tell me, I feel like Nelly
Give me two pairs of Luccheses
All-white shirt and some bootcut jeans, yeah
Other lyrics by Kane Brown:
2 Pair
Hey, I like the snakeskin, I like them Buckaroos I like my leather shined up with a shade of blue I like the black cherry alligator pointed toe I wear ’em out till …
3
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Ain't No Stopping Us Now
We’ll be road trippin’ rollin’ with the top down, southbound Little bikinis and white sand I can’t sleep, gotta leave The summer sun starting to …
American Bad Dream
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BFE
Yeah, we grew up in the backseat Singin’, tappin’ bare feet Blarin’ daddy’s radio It was clothes on the clothesline Skeeters zappin’ porch …