Lyrics how do you get in those jeans

I aint the kind to walk away from you for sure. Another great country song and simple but enjoyable video. It's inspiring to know there are songs like this being written and artists like that singing 'em. And every hound dog in the joint was sniffing around her. I was playing it slow and cool, being the gentleman that I am. Well, then this grease ball with long black slick back hair. Glory Grace K. Nick Hawkins. Possum Lynne Eason. Krisdena Abbott. Ruth Boykin. Danny Ray. Violet Draga. Brenden Collins.

Lyn Marie. Sue Hamsa. Anthony Harris. April C. Scott J. Brett Hart. All because of that smile you threw my way. Yeah girl Are you still I hate this game. They all sound the same. How did you fit into those jeans? Inked up and pierced, that clothing's sure fierce.

All the things we love. Like our chicken fried. And cold beer on a Friday night. A pair of Holla at her. I got one question. How do you fit all that in them jeans? You know I bet you look even better with But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind. I got j. And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat. The mile high points you And now you're doing them with her Tryin' to rock them ugly jeans jeans jeans.

Uh You clearly didn't think this She thru another fit you had to split because she was wit you. And now I'm at the crib all alone damn I miss you Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines. I be all up in the cut, like some neosporin I pull down her zippy, I'm all in her viccies, she calling me Biggy. Look at me Damn All that ass girl you gotta give me something. How you fit all that into them leggings. Winter time working out for the I'm just tryna pour up yeah Come out of those jeans.

I just can't believe they wore those jeans like me You should strike a pose So fresh, so clean, all eyes on me. And Kris was all this and that. He looks her up and down and cocks his eyebrow and he says, "Baby, damn. Mercy you looking fine. How do you get in those jeans baby, and tell me how do I?

She looked at him and smiled and said I thought you'd never ask. He looked at me and said that's how that's done son, just like that. I wanted to be mad at him, but to tell you the truth I was really kinda impressed. He said you might get slapped 9 times out of 10, but there's always one that wants a little B.

So I walked up to the next girl I saw who wasn't wearing a dress, and I leaned in and said. How do you get in those jeans? I sure did Well, I woke up later in a hospital bed, with a half-pound of gauze wrapped around my sore head.

Some of my teeth were gone, and I was drinking mashed taters through a straw. You see, uh, turns out the girl that I propositioned had man, with a chip on his shoulder and blunt object in his hand, who proceeded to express his disapproval of the lines that I crossed.

Well, the told me I could leave, so I put my clothes back on. I stumbled past the waiting room just minding my own. And then this over nourished night nurse, from out of nowhere comes up to me and she says, "Excuse me sir, but um…" How do you get in those jeans? How do you get in those jeans baby? And tell me how do I?