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Lyrics
[Intro]
Front porch packed
cooler on lean
cousin in the back
rollin’ up green (uh-huh)
Beat in the trunk
neighbors all mad
But your mama in the window
bouncin’ like your dad (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Country boy teeth all gold
Still smell like pine and smoke
Overalls hang off one shoulder
Pockets stuffed, walk like I own dirt roads
She got Daisy Dukes, one rip too high
Tattoos peek when she walks on by
She say “boy, you from the sticks?”
I say “baby, I’m the whole bonfire” (woo)
[Chorus]
Hoodrat hoochie mama
shake that drama off ya
Backroad freak, little city in her talk
Liberty City in her heart when she walk
Hoodrat hoochie mama
yeah, that’s my genre
Southern fried love, let the whole block see
She get wild for the county and the 3-0-5 with me (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Flea market fit
but she wear it like fame
Sippin’ from a fruit punch jug
with my last name
Booty clap louder than the trucks on rims
She a Sunday sinner with a choir-girl hymn
She say “you ain’t ready for a girl like this”
I say “baby, I was raised where the trouble get kissed” (mwah)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Trailer park thumpin’ like a club at two
Grandma playin’ cards, still watchin’ you
She wink, say
“boy, that girl too fast”
I grin, say
“that’s the only gear she got, dead last?” (haha)
Backseat fog when the night get thick
Mud on her boots
lip gloss on my neck, that’s it
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration2:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Rowdy Southern folk rap bounce, mid-tempo. Banjo and slide guitar chopped into gritty loops, heavy sub bass and claps. Call-and-response hooks with crowd chants, ad-libs, and a loose party feel. Verses stay playful and cocky; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals and stomping kick. Male vocals with swagger and humor, a little raspy on the shouts., folk
Credits
Prompt by
QuantumLogic861
QuantumLogic861ModelAria v5
Prompt
I love Hoodrat hoochie mama. I admire its Hoodrat hoochie mama. I'm proud of its We want some pussy. I cherish its Liberty city. My favorite genre of music is Southern folk rap.
