Lucked Up (feat. Grease) - Ed Dolo

C'mon It's been a long, hot summer For a hard-working John Deere man You're real tired, well, no wonder 'Cause you earned that farmer's tan While I been working in the garden You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea Well, look at what ya started All because you got a little thirsty Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet Smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease And now we cooking with grease Let's slow it down, let me help ya Button down that blue collar Boy, your touch is burning up You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler Got me saying hallelujah (hallelujah) Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do But that hat turned back and them kisses like that Make it real hard to keep it cool Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling Like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease And now we cooking with grease Come on Woo It's getting hot in here You know who's bringing home the bacon Good God Almighty Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog Buttered up and rolling Like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming Baby, I can handle the heat (yeah, I can handle the heat) Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama Hot damn, four hundred degrees Now we cooking with grease Yeah, we cooking with grease I ain't talking about no Crisco