She my little Clementine
Ain’t tall, but she mighty fine
And her jeans just don’t fit right
Shawty got me in love
She my little Clementine
Baby girl got some dynamite
Southern girls are just my type
Shawty got me in love
Smell like daisies, but she ain’t got her dukes on
Clothes half off, I don’t need a coupon
Love the way her moon shines on the futon
I only ring my southern belle with her boots on
Shawty went and dropped a dollar for my new song
Touch Tunes Tuesday, get our groove on
Death threats ’cause her ex can’t move on
Never stressed ’cause my baby keeps a tool on
She the line dance leader
Lookin’ fine as hell blue jeans and a beater
Shawty got the juice, and she love when I squeeze her
Summertime Clementine, ain’t nothing sweeter
She my little Clementine
Ain’t tall, but she mighty fine
And her jeans just don’t fit right
Shawty got me in love
She my little Clementine
Baby girl got some dynamite
Southern girls are just my type
Shawty got me in love
When her sundress hits the floor, yes, ma’am
Got me singing country songs, god damn
And a home-cooked meal, that’s my favorite date
When it’s time for dessert, she just sit on my face
She taste like clementine, she the juiciest, the ripest
Hunting pics got her on the no-fly list
Small town, she ain’t gotta lotta mileage
Good lord, these southern girls righteous
Tennessee shawty
Whisper in her ear softly
‘Got some zyns on me’
She can’t get off me
Then she took some whiskey straight to the face
That’s the time and the place
That I knew it was fate
She my little Clementine
Ain’t tall, but she mighty fine
And her jeans just don’t fit right
Shawty got me in love
She my little Clementine
Baby girl got some dynamite
Southern girls are just my type
Shawty got me in love
