We stole your beat! McClintock G's! We stole your beat! That's what you get! I'm a dirty b**h and I like it rough in the Dirty South I can't enough cuz these dirty boys they get so nasty they make me horny they so fantastic. Baby I don't wanna talk, I just wanna lick your co*k Ooh slap that sh** across my face. Put it in my mouth, give me a taste. Stop. Don't waste a drop of that sweet tea, squirt it on my top! Chorus: I want y'all to kiss my grits I want y'all between my biscuits I want y'all to be all mine Well f** me runnin cuz I ain't got time I'm not a harlot, but I'm in Charlotte And my drawers get wet when they call me darlin Ain't no doubt I need to find out why The others jump for the southern comfort C'mon let's hump for a little while. I like your smile, style, and they way you treat me Cuz you act so sweetly. So boys you'd better step up. Drag me to the back of your truck. Fry me with your big fat pickle. Pour your gravy on my nipples. You been talkin some raunchy sh**, but southern boys, Shut up and gimme that dick. Chorus Your hot n dirty makes me flirty love the way you call me purdy Sayin things that make me horny so I go buy you a 40 Y'all know how the story ends, me you and some of your friends cuz I want lots of southern head. I'm awful fond of your hospitality. Don't want to hear none of that morality. In NYC the boys, they're hip, but they think with their minds and not their dicks. I want a dirty boy from the dirty south f** me all night then bust a nut in my mouth, Bend me over, treat me rough. Do it on the porch or the pickup truck. Hell, I don't care if he's inbred if his dick is hard and he gives good head. Chorus