Cledus T. Judd, Colt Ford - Luke Bryan lyrics
[Cledus T. Judd, Colt Ford - Luke Bryan lyrics]
Everybody loves Luke (hey mmhmm, woo)
Everybody loves Luke hey, hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey, hey hey
Did y’all see it the other night
He wore tight jeans, on the CMA’s (ah yeah)
Then he musta did, what all his friends say
Girls scream like he is deaf
(hey hey hey) when he shakes
His behind (hey hey hey)
The ladies love (hey hey hey) Luke Bryan
Everybody loves Luke
His Truck is all jacked up
He’s a Georgia license plater
And you’re a fanimal
He’ll sign your tata’s later
He ain’t no imitator
(hey hey hey) his accent needs
Translators (hey hey hey)
Just like ole Flava flavor’s (hey hey hey)
Zac Brown don’t be a hater
Luke Bryan
That redneck tycoon, when he sings a tune
Your speakers go boom boom
All you county girls
Think he’s fantastic, do something drastic
For backstage passes love some Luke Bryan
I know you want him, you know I know him
Those moves I taught him
You’re a country girl so shake it for me
(come on) , so shake it for me
Seriously shake it for me
When he sang with Aldean, busting
Out of his jeans, one thing that we all know
He’s got the biggest truck in this place
I may be funny (ha ha ha)
What rhymes with funny (ha ha ha)
I ain’t got no money (ha ha ha)
Yeah it’s his kinda night
And he’s a winner winner
Give him a hook and line
Catch you a catfish dinner
Dance on his daddy’s tractor (hey hey hey)
Girl you know it don’t matter
(hey hey hey) , just swing it like
A batter (hey hey hey)
Bring on that country rapper
Everybody talk about Luke Bryan
Got the girls tellin’ me he’s so fine
(so fine)
My trucks big girl, what about mine
(that's right)
She said Colt have you seen him grind
He shakes them hips around (he does)
I said yeah what about it
She said his jeans are tight (I know)
I said yeah they look crowded (ha ha)
Ole Luke’s got everything
(uh huh) , big truck, boats, planes (man)
Hot wife, great life, and fame (fine)
I think I’m gonna change my name (I might)
Y’all can call me Luke two
(uh huh) , I wanna do what he do (I do)
Dance around on the ACM’s
Man I think I dance better than him damn
Shakes his bumper, gets down
Gets up there (no he don't)
All the girls may flirt, but Luke don’t flirt
'Cause his wife will hurt hey hey hey
You can "Crash His Party"
In Georgia or Jamaica
"Rain Is A Good Thing" in Dakota or Decatur
They like his singing (hey hey hey)
They like his dancing (hey hey hey)
And he’s years from Branson
That’s why I wish I was Luke Bryan
That Redneck tycoon (money money money)
When he sings a tune
Your speakers go boom boom
All you country girls
Think he’s fantastic, do something drastic
For backstage passes
Everybody loves Luke hey, hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey, hey hey
Did y’all see it the other night
He wore tight jeans, on the CMA’s (ah yeah)
Then he musta did, what all his friends say
Girls scream like he is deaf
(hey hey hey) when he shakes
His behind (hey hey hey)
The ladies love (hey hey hey) Luke Bryan
Everybody loves Luke
His Truck is all jacked up
He’s a Georgia license plater
And you’re a fanimal
He’ll sign your tata’s later
He ain’t no imitator
(hey hey hey) his accent needs
Translators (hey hey hey)
Just like ole Flava flavor’s (hey hey hey)
Zac Brown don’t be a hater
Luke Bryan
That redneck tycoon, when he sings a tune
Your speakers go boom boom
All you county girls
Think he’s fantastic, do something drastic
For backstage passes love some Luke Bryan
I know you want him, you know I know him
Those moves I taught him
You’re a country girl so shake it for me
(come on) , so shake it for me
Seriously shake it for me
When he sang with Aldean, busting
Out of his jeans, one thing that we all know
He’s got the biggest truck in this place
I may be funny (ha ha ha)
What rhymes with funny (ha ha ha)
I ain’t got no money (ha ha ha)
Yeah it’s his kinda night
And he’s a winner winner
Give him a hook and line
Catch you a catfish dinner
Dance on his daddy’s tractor (hey hey hey)
Girl you know it don’t matter
(hey hey hey) , just swing it like
A batter (hey hey hey)
Bring on that country rapper
Everybody talk about Luke Bryan
Got the girls tellin’ me he’s so fine
(so fine)
My trucks big girl, what about mine
(that's right)
She said Colt have you seen him grind
He shakes them hips around (he does)
I said yeah what about it
She said his jeans are tight (I know)
I said yeah they look crowded (ha ha)
Ole Luke’s got everything
(uh huh) , big truck, boats, planes (man)
Hot wife, great life, and fame (fine)
I think I’m gonna change my name (I might)
Y’all can call me Luke two
(uh huh) , I wanna do what he do (I do)
Dance around on the ACM’s
Man I think I dance better than him damn
Shakes his bumper, gets down
Gets up there (no he don't)
All the girls may flirt, but Luke don’t flirt
'Cause his wife will hurt hey hey hey
You can "Crash His Party"
In Georgia or Jamaica
"Rain Is A Good Thing" in Dakota or Decatur
They like his singing (hey hey hey)
They like his dancing (hey hey hey)
And he’s years from Branson
That’s why I wish I was Luke Bryan
That Redneck tycoon (money money money)
When he sings a tune
Your speakers go boom boom
All you country girls
Think he’s fantastic, do something drastic
For backstage passes