Walker Hayes and Ciara - Y'all Life

(Y'all life, y'all)
(Hey)
(Hey)

Small town, y'all town, double dutch in the park
Ice cream truck failing that emissions test hard
Got that blow up Grinch in the yard and it's March (shit)
Ain't coming down anytime soon

Y'all, them nursing homes still rattling with some Dolly Parton
And them high school kids traveling like James Harden
In them white limousines to the Olive Garden
On prom night, it's good times, right

We be livin' that y'all life, y'all (hey)
Rollin' in the South
Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus)
Barbershop talking like, nah
Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest

Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how (show 'em how)
Y'all, we raise up (up) and, y'all, we goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in my Bronco
I'ma talk to ya real slow (let's go)
Said where the crawdads crawl
We're living that y'all life, y'all (y'all life, y'all)

Yah, yah
It ain't nothin' better than them Sunday night lights
Every night, baby, got me in my bag, yah, yah
If you ever disrespect the fam, baby
You know that's a flag
Throw it up, give me Jesus, football
That's that cup of life, hold up, yah, yah
Yeah, you know it's us
We the ones with all these brand-new blues
Sayin' "In God, we trust"
See, you trin' to copy my way
But you cannot do it my way
It don't matter how you try
I'ma be a Southern girl for the rest of my life

We be livin' that y'all life, y'all rolling in the south
Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus)
Barbershop talking like, nah
Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest

Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how (show 'em how)
Y'all, we raise up (up) and, y'all, we goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in my Bronco
I'ma talk to ya real slow (let's go)
Said where the crawdads crawl
We're living that y'all life, y'all (y'all life, y'all)

(Oh)
If you're winners
Let me see you put your hands in the air (y'all life, y'all)
(Oh)
Break it down, ya'll, sing it (y'all life, y'all)

Y'all, I got that Wiffle ball, bat flip swag in my walk
Down in 'Bama where they grammar got some country in it, y'all
'Nana pudding, prayer chains, tailgates in them jeans ain't no thang (no thang)
But a chicken wing, nah
(Ain't no thang but a chicken wing) (woo)

We be livin' that y'all life, y'all (hey)
Rollin' in the South
Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus)
Barbershop talking like, nah
Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest

Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how (show 'em how)
Y'all, we raise up (up) and, y'all, we goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in my Bronco
I'ma talk to ya real slow
Said where the crawdads crawl
Said living that y'all life, y'all (hey, y'all life, y'all)

Written by:
Josh Jenkins, Peter Good, Walker Hayes

Publisher:
Lyrics © D2 PRO PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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