Colt Ford - Booty Call lyrics
[Colt Ford - Booty Call lyrics]
Uh oh, boys we might be in trouble here
I'm thinkin' I've made a booty call
Time for a pit stop, 1 AM
Shootin' a little pool, we're slammin' them
and then
A couple shots of Jack and Jim, and then
I was feelin' no pain
Hot girls dancin' everywhere, they're
Shakin' that derriere up in the air
I swear I was unaware
That somewhere in there, I made
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Baby wasn't there but she heard it all
I guess I was just butt-diallin', y'all
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Should've put it in the bib of my overalls
Then I wouldn't have made that booty call
Now we're rollin' at 2: 50
I ain't a drunk driver, got a DD, so
We go dirt road ridin'
There's a buck in the road
We swerve to the left and the right
Look out!
We swerve to the left and the right
Now, we jumped forty three feet
Over Big Spring Creek through
The white pine trees
Like the General Lee, and my buddies and me
We all let the f-bomb fly
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Granny wasn't with us but she heard it all
I guess I musta been butt-diallin', y'all
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Should've put it in the bib of my overalls
Then I wouldn't have made that booty call
I called a Baptist preacher
I called my eighth grade teacher
One night I even cussed my boss
So make yourself a mental note
Take some advice from ol' Colt
And just turn the damn thing off yeah
Booty call booty call
They wasn't with us but they heard it all
I guess I musta been butt-diallin', y'all
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Should've put it in the bib of my overalls
Then I wouldn't have made that booty call
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
I gotta cut this cell phone off
This thing's gon' get me divorced
Get y'all locked up
Everybody cut your cell phones off, now
I'm thinkin' I've made a booty call
Time for a pit stop, 1 AM
Shootin' a little pool, we're slammin' them
and then
A couple shots of Jack and Jim, and then
I was feelin' no pain
Hot girls dancin' everywhere, they're
Shakin' that derriere up in the air
I swear I was unaware
That somewhere in there, I made
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Baby wasn't there but she heard it all
I guess I was just butt-diallin', y'all
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Should've put it in the bib of my overalls
Then I wouldn't have made that booty call
Now we're rollin' at 2: 50
I ain't a drunk driver, got a DD, so
We go dirt road ridin'
There's a buck in the road
We swerve to the left and the right
Look out!
We swerve to the left and the right
Now, we jumped forty three feet
Over Big Spring Creek through
The white pine trees
Like the General Lee, and my buddies and me
We all let the f-bomb fly
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Granny wasn't with us but she heard it all
I guess I musta been butt-diallin', y'all
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Should've put it in the bib of my overalls
Then I wouldn't have made that booty call
I called a Baptist preacher
I called my eighth grade teacher
One night I even cussed my boss
So make yourself a mental note
Take some advice from ol' Colt
And just turn the damn thing off yeah
Booty call booty call
They wasn't with us but they heard it all
I guess I musta been butt-diallin', y'all
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
Should've put it in the bib of my overalls
Then I wouldn't have made that booty call
Booty call (Booty call)
Booty call (Booty call)
I gotta cut this cell phone off
This thing's gon' get me divorced
Get y'all locked up
Everybody cut your cell phones off, now