[Intro – Talkin’ Smooth] Woooo, She walkin’ like the summer heat hit different, Mmm, lemme talk to ya real quick… You from ’round here? Yeah, you look it ⸻ [Hook – BOUNCE STYLE] Yeah, them jeans tight, girl, they painted on you, I’m chillin’ in the backseat, catchin’ the view, Swear I’m posted, just enjoyin’ the ride— But best believe I’ma ask for that dance tonight. Hot jacket, light jeans, boots gator-skinned, Hanson face, with a Nawlins grin, Yeah, baby I’m hot, in two kinds of ways— But you? You the flame, you set the bayou ablaze. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Laidback Flow] Tan skin glowin’ in that twilight sun, Black hair wavy like the Mississippi run, You walk by, and the whole porch freeze— Every fella tip his hat, girl, you bring ’em to they knees. I got that Southern drip, gator boots on ten, You got that tight jean magic, got me prayin’ “Amen.” We both sweatin’—not just from the heat, It’s that tension, that flirt, that Louisiana beat. ⸻ [Pre-Hook – Spoken/Flow Hybrid] Yeah, our feet burnin’ on this hot concrete, Sweat drippin’ down, like a crawfish boil feast, But you quit dancin’ first? Oh naw, not me— I’ll tease you all night, still keep my streak. Can’t lose to a dime like you, But girl… I wanna lose too. ⸻ [Hook – BOUNCE STYLE] Yeah, them jeans tight, girl, they painted on you, I’m chillin’ in the backseat, catchin’ the view, Swear I’m posted, just enjoyin’ the ride— But best believe I’ma ask for that dance tonight. Hot jacket, light jeans, boots gator-skinned, Hanson face, with a Nawlins grin, Yeah, baby I’m hot, in two kinds of ways— But you? You the flame, you set the bayou ablaze. ⸻ [Bridge – Flirty Talk] Let’s cool it down—grab a drink, sit tight, Talk slow, count shoulders under neon lights. One, two, three… four? Wait, is that mine… or yours? ⸻ [Verse 2 – Rapped Smooth] You a tan-skinned goddess with that Southern pride, I’m a country boy slidin’ in, tryna catch your vibe. Them jeans screamin’ danger, that walk so rude, Got me dreamin’ ‘bout slow dancin’ in a backwoods mood. Let’s ride, baby, top down through the parish, Late night talkin’ ’bout love and what marriage— could look like, maybe if the stars align, But for now? Let me make that pretty smile mine. ⸻ [Final Hook – Full Bounce Energy] (Yeah) Tight jeans, black hair, tan skin gleamin’ I’m dreamin’, this feelin’? It ain’t no meanin’ Just us, just now, with this moonlight track— You got me leanin’ in, never lookin’ back. Hot jacket, light jeans, boots gator-skinned, Hanson face, with that Nawlins grin, Yeah girl, we hot—like crawfish pots, In them tight jeans and this Southern bop. ⸻ [Outro – Spoken Fade Out] Let’s make it work, cher, You and me… Hot jacket, tight jeans—
