Karaoké F150 Jake Hill

I see you starin' at me in the corner of the bar we've been partyin' in

You got a twinkle in your eyes

I've got somethin' on my mind that I bet'll make you more than a friend

Well when we get to sippin' whiskey and we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-One-Fifty

Got me hootin' and a-hollerin' and beggin' him for more

Nothin' but my boots on

Baby let's get down on the floor

Or out in the shed

Or maybe by the lake then bring it back to your bed

He got me singin'

When we get to sippin' whiskey and we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-One-Fifty

I can be a little straightforward but I know just what I want

And when I saw you

I just couldn't help myself but get to know you in a way that we can skip all the talk

You ain't gotta say nothin'

We can get to lovin' maybe for a week or maybe just one night

A little bit of sinnin'

I love the way he's grinnin'

I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold Bud Light

Well when we get to sippin' whiskey and we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-One-Fifty

Got me hootin' and a-hollerin' and beggin' him for more

Nothin' but my boots on

Baby let's get down on the floor

Or out in the shed

Or maybe by the lake then bring it back to your bed

He got me singin'

When we get to sippin' whiskey and we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-One-Fifty

You know just how to make me weak in the knees

Yeah you got a little somethin'

Come here boy

Let me make you see what I mean, hope you ready

You ain't gotta say nothin'

We can get to lovin' maybe for a life time or just for tonight

A little bit of sinnin'

I love the way he's grinnin'

I turn around, he cracks me open like a cold Bud Light

Well when we get to sippin' whiskey and we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-One-Fifty

Got me hootin' and a-hollerin' and beggin' him for more

Nothin' but my boots on

Baby let's get down on the floor

Or out in the shed

Or maybe by the lake then bring it back to your bed

He got me singin'

When we get to sippin' whiskey and we get a little frisky

I climb up on him, ride him like an F-One-Fifty