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Brantley Gilbert G R I T S

some pretty women up North, but I ain't never seen nothin like this; and I said, Man these here ain't ordinary women, we call these GRITS; Chorus She's

they're out on the town G.R.I.T.S man a girl raised in the south...yeah we sat down at the bar and a couple of drinks he's breakin his neck just scoapin