Verse
My green right hook from a good old book
Host straws straight pop bands and roar
A brother coming home from a two year tour
That six cold beer after working all week
When that five hundred bucks on the luck of three
That last minute combat state champ victory gets me
Chorus
But nothing hits me like you girl
When you hit me up I’m like shoot girl
Let me tell you baby you’re a first round
Knock out, no doubt, I’m on the floor
But nothing hits me like you girl
When you’re doing you I’m like oh girl
Comin’ down the line like a brake train
No break, earthquake, I want more
But nothing hits me like you
Verse
Your blonde hair, short skirt
Showing all the sun tan
Gettin’ kinda wild on a three-day weekend
And when I’m tipsy burning whiskey in my right hand
Playing hard ****
Chorus
Nothing hits me like you girl
When you hit me up I’m like shoot girl
Let me tell you baby you’re a first round
Knock out, no doubt, I’m on the floor
But nothing hits me like you girl
When you’re doing you I’m like oh girl
Comin’ down the line like a brake train
No break, earthquake, I want more
But nothing hits me like you
Oh yeah that’s right
Chorus
Nothing hits me like you girl
When you hit me up I’m like shoot girl
Let me tell you baby you’re a first round
Knock out, no doubt, I’m on the floor
But nothing hits me like you girl
When you’re doing you I’m like oh girl
Comin’ down the line like a brake train
No break, earthquake, I want more
But nothing hits me like you
Nothing hits me like you
Nothing hits me like you
