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Florida Georgia Line - Itz Just What We Do Lyrics

(Don't act like ya'll didn't know this wasn't comin')

Alright

[Verse 1:]
You know Tommy gonna trick his truck, jack it up big time
Lift kit, chrome tips, spit shinin like a diamond
Game changed and the rain came
and we took it down a back road
Georgia clay mudhole, that's how these boys roll

Now it's late night underneath the moonlight
Errybody's feelin right, sippin on a bud light
Go on drop yo' tailgate, turn up your radio
I'm a build a bonfire, you can make yourself at home

Kick back, relax, you know we're just a bunch o' hillbillies
Tip back a cup a' Jack and throw your hands up with me

[Chorus:]
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight
hey baby that's alright
It's our backwoods, boondock roots, it's just what we do
It's just what we do

Hey, ain't no way to make this up
when it's runnin through your blood
There ain't no hidin the truth, it's just what we do
It's just what we do

Yeah, it's just what we do

[Verse 2:]
You see Tommy called Jeanie
and Jeanie gon' call the hotties, tell em bout the party
So don't forget the Bacardi
Time to get your buzz on and your love on, all night long
And if you play your hand right
you won't have to go home alone

Six string pickin, solo cup sippin
and when the moments right, grab ya phone
and get them digits
Crankin that Bocephus, we all good with Jesus
Come Sunday morning that preacher, he bout to preach it

Kick back, relax and pass the good time moonshine
Who brought the party?
Damn, that was Florida Georgia Line

[Chorus: x3]
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight
hey baby that's alright
It's our backwoods, boondock roots, it's just what we do
It's just what we do

Hey, ain't no way to make this up
when it's runnin through your blood
There ain't no hidin the truth, it's just what we do
It's just what we do

Yeah, it's just what we do