Below, you will find the lyrics for Georgia Ways by Quavo.
That's just how I was raised
That's just how I was raised
Let's get together, baby
Georgia, Georgia
Let me tell you a lil' story 'bout Uncle George
Taught me how to get it out the Georgia mud
Standin' on the porch with a big old gun
Better not step on the driveway
Georgia boys pullin' out sideways
In the South we ball, how about them Dawgs?
Waffle House soaking up the alcohol
Lemon pepper, Magic City on a Monday
That's just how I was raised
Stuck in my Georgia ways
Don't care 'bout what you say
Some shit won't never change
That's just how I was raised
Stuck in my Georgia ways
Got a Flint River Appaloosa runnin' line
Shotgunnin' back-to-back Natty Lights
Quail birds covered in the southern pines
Peanuts rollin' down a backroad
Trojans kickin' off in Lee Co
We own Titletown, we love way deep down
Peach grown, baby, on a hay bale round
That's my '99 Chipper game-day flow
That's just how I was raised
Stuck in my Georgia ways
Don't care 'bout what you say
Some shit won't never change
That's just how I was raised
Stuck in my Georgia ways
Don't care 'bout what you say
Some shit won't never change
Yeah, baby, this the finale
Courtside Hawk tickets, Quavo threw me the alley
Dirty Bird, baby, where the players play
Finna turn this bitch up sideways
G-E-O-R-G-I-A
Where I B-E, baby, let me hear you say
G-E-O-R-G-I-A
A-town stompin' on that old red clay
That's just how I was raised
Stuck in my Georgia ways
Don't care about what you say
Some shit won't never change
That's just how I was raised
Stuck in my Georgia ways
Don't care about what you say
Some shit won't never change
Three cheers, right on to Tennessee
Way down in Georgia
She taste as sweet as Georgia peach
Georgia
85, take me where I should be
Way down in Georgia