Bikini gospel

spoken intro, low growl)
Well now, boys’n girls… I was drivin’ my old Ford down by the levy,
When she stepped out lookin’ like the good Lord’s personal levy levy.
Blue strings tied real high, grass stains on her knees,
And every damn curve screamin’ “come worship me, please…”
(upbeat honky-tonk beat kicks in)
She showed me her boobs, lord have mercy they bounced,
Like two ripe melons fallin’ right out the ounce!
Then she turned ’round slow, gave the booty a shake,
That thang so thick it caused a earthquake!
(chorus – belt it loud)
Oh sweet baby in that bikini blue,
You’re killin’ me softly with that coochie view!
Tits out shinin’ like the Gulf sun at noon,
Ass so fat it blocked the damn moon!
Coochie peek-a-boo through them tiny strings,
Got this cowboy prayin’, Lord forgive my sins!
She squatted down low, tied up them sneaks,
Thighs talkin’ dirty, made my poor heart weak.
Then she spread them arms like a snow angel queen,
Grass between her toes, best damn thing I ever seen!
(bridge – half laughin’, half serious)
Now I ain’t sayin’ I’m in love, hell I just met her today,
But when she flashed that smile and them assets my way…
I swear on my mama’s cornbread recipe,
That girl’s the eighth wonder of the Mississippi!
(final chorus – big finish)
Oh darlin’ in turquoise, you’re trouble in a cup,
Boobs, booty, coochie—Lord you filled me up!
Next time you lay out on that Portland lawn,
Call this cowboy… I’ll bring the sunscreen… and a song!
(fade out with a big “yee-haw” and a wink)

Street style rapping with a country  outlaw twist upbeat 120bpm deep chest pounding bass, male