Making Love to Morgan Wallen Lyrics

Making Love to Morgan Wallen Lyrics

Damn, I miss you, Chester

Sendin' love from a bass compressor (Love you)

Ground control with a soul like Bowie

And I'll chop you up if I'm under pressure

I don't really wanna brag (Brag)

I'm just tellin' motherfuckers that I'm leavin' with a bag (Bag)

High five to the scarred and the strange (Strange)

From the outlaw that'll never get tamed (Woo)

Bizkit beats from the pirate band (Napster)

Signed this deal with a lobster hand (Lobster)

Freestyle like a bowling pin

Flex these bars on a dolphin fin (Dolphin fin)

Life's too short, but I can't complain (What?)

Doin' backflips on a candy cane (What?)

Ride my scooter with a cape at night

And I'ma high five me a traffic light (Whoop, whoop)

I blink twice then I teleport

Got kicked out of the Trump Resort (What?)

Bought this cloud on a payment plan

Then I ghosted out in a minivan

Mic in my hand like a waffle cone

Spittin' out syrup in the Twilight Zone

Got no job, but I'm on the clock

And you can't stop me 'cause this shit don't stop

Hey, ladies, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

When you're hot, you're hot (Yeah)

When you're not, you're not (Nope)

Hey, fellas, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

When you're hot, you're hot (Yeah)

When you're not, you're not

Bitch, you know I'm hot (Ts-s-s)

How many licks 'til the pepper gon' pop? (Pop, pop)

Told my cap it's the CEO (Oh)

Then I moonwalked in a UFO (Oh)

Mic'd my shoes with a Christmas wreath

Droppin' these bars while I brush my teeth

Flippin' this verse like a boomerang

Landed on stage in your pootie tang

Backpack filled with a new disease

Tell 'em I downed something hard to please

We don't care, we bounce on clouds

Sing off key and we still too loud

Bizkit drops, the place explodes

Jumpin' through life in my pantyhose

Still no job, but I'm on the clock

And you can't stop me 'cause this shit don't stop

Hey, ladies, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

When you're hot, you're hot (Yeah)

When you're not, you're not (Nope)

Hey, fellas, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

When you're hot, you're hot (Yeah)

When you're not, you're not

I see through your act and I still enjoy the show, ye-eah

No dance, no dance, no chance, no chance

No dance, no dance, no chance, no chance

No chance, no chance

No jokes, no jokes, no goats, no goats

No toast, no toast, no ghosts, no ghosts

No goats, no goats

No dance, no dance, no dance, no dance

No dance, no dance, no dance, no dance

No dance

Oh, too bad

Too bad, gotta deal with the bitches

Some of y'all too big for your britches

How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys?

Come on

Too bad, gotta deal with the bitches

Some of y'all too big for your britches

How's about a high five for the good girls and the good guys?

You know who you are

(Turn it up)

I make this motherfucker diamond-plated

Makin' love to Morgan Wallen in an elevator

I'll be turnin' on you bitches like a generator

I'll be the greatest motherfucker that you ever hated

That you ever hated