If she get a shot of whiskey she know how to throw it back
She turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back"
She look better every Thursday she don't have to throw it back
Shorty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it back

Throw it, throw it back
Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack
Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy
If you sexy and you know it, make it clap
Throw it, throw it, throw it back

I threw it on back but nothing says summer like the way she make me feel (feel)
A tall glass of natural woman, I can tell that she keep it real (she keep it real, yeah)
A green light, she give it to ya, gotta get it 'fore it turn red
Hotter than a flame, I barely know her name, but I'm damn sure willing to bet

If she get a shot of whiskey she know how to throw it back
She turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back"
She look better every Thursday she don't have to throw it back
Shorty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it back

Throw it, throw it back
Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack
Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy
If you sexy and you know it, make it clap
Throw it, throw it

Gotta thank Jesus making them peaches
Georgia bulldog got me SC seasick
She on that wave and I'm deep in
Tryna buy another round

Throw it back
Let me see the levee breaking Chevy super heavy duty
Toot toot for the dude dude, babe
Bubble bubble you been eating your McDoubles
And it's trouble for me

If she get a shot of whiskey she know how to throw it back
She turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back"
She look better every Thursday she don't have to throw it back
Shorty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it back

Throw it, throw it back
Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack
Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy
If you sexy and you know it, make it clap
Throw it, throw it, throw it back (do it to em', Keith)

If she get a shot of whiskey she know how to throw it back
She turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back"
She look better every Thursday she don't have to throw it back
Shorty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it back
(Mm, ooh won't you throw it back)

Throw it, throw it back
Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack
Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy
If you sexy and you know it, make it clap
Throw it, throw it, throw it back
Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack (on the jack)
Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy
If you sexy and you know it, make it clap
Throw it, throw it, throw it back Writer/s: Daniel Gerard Breland, Keith Lionel Urban, Sam Michael Sumser, Sean Spencer Small
Publisher: Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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