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Juice WRLD – Goyard Bag Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Brand new bag, runnin’
You know it’s Mitch Mula
[Verse]
I just got a new bag, runnin’
Count up cash, runnin’
That’s your ass dummy
That’s your ass, dummy
I just got a brand new bag, runnin’
Count that cash, runnin’
Pop them tags or somethin’
Shake that ass or somethin’
I just got a Goyard bag
Put 20k in the Goyard bag
Keep a mini-AK in the Goyard bag
When I leave for L.A., I don’t ever come back
Still take my Goyard bag
Put 20k in the Goyard bag
I met this bitch from Georgia, she was gorgeous
So I fucked her in the morning, till the morning
I been balling, Michael Jordan, Kyrie Irving
Off the Bourbon in the ‘burbs, swervin’ in Suburban
I ball like Julius Erving, I deserve it
I see snakes in the grass, but it’s fuck a serpent, ayy
She left me for my brother, guess I fucked a serpent, ayy
Talking down to me are you or are you certain, ayy
Percies in the lean, I’m a different person
I’m falling apart, yeah, I deserve it
I drunk drive all the time, yeah I stay swervin’
I feel like a picture cause I stay curvin’
I just got a new bag runnin’
Count up cash runnin’
That’s your ass, dummy
That’s your ass, dummy

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Gorillaz Release Latest In Song Machine Series, “Aries” with Peter Hook & Georgia

Source: Gorillaz Release Latest In Song Machine Series, “Aries” with Peter Hook & Georgia Hook is best known as the bassist and co-founder of English rock bands Joy Division and New Order; he’s […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. Now out is “Aries” with Peter Hook and Georgia. Gorillaz are back with the third installment in their Song Machine series, begun earlier this year with “Momentary Bliss” (featuring slowthai and Slaves) and “Désolé” (featuring Fatoumata Diawara).

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Ajj – Survival Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I broke my promise on a very sharp rock
And I was possessed by something quite unfriendly
And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep
[Refrain]
And that’s how I learned how to survive
[Verse 2]
And I gave a beer to a bum that was drinking
And I gave some sauce to my bestest friend for cooking
And I gave water to all I thought were thirsty
[Refrain]
And that’s how I learned how to survive
[Verse 3]
And I gave some money to my bank for safe keeping
And I gave some money to my landlord, he was needing it
And I gave attention to the TV that was bleeding
[Refrain]
And that’s how I learned how to survive
[Bridge]
If you ain’t got the do-re-mi boys
If you ain’t got the do-re-mi
Well you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
California is a garden of Eden
A paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do-re-mi
[Verse 4]
And I just ripped off a man named Woody Guthrie
And I bought a restaurant for his son named Alice
And I fed false information to the audience
[Refrain]
And that’s how I learned how to survive
[Verse 5]
I give a thank you to my father for leaving me
And I give a finger to my stepfather for beating me
And I give props to myself for achieving
God damn I’m glad that I survived
God damn I am glad that I survived
[Outro]
I just handed you a giant load of gibberish
And I give love to a lover quite deserving of it
And I give thanks to all of you for listening to the story
Of how we all learned how to survive

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Aubrie Sellers – Going Places Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been to Reno through Mendocino
Up and down the West Coast and all the way back again
I’ve seen Florida beaches, Georgia peaches
I’d go to Venus if I had a spaceship
[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places
[Verse 2]
Left Carolina runnin’ from a diamond
And I’m still ridin’ down this old freeway
Past golden bridges, jagged ridges
Winding rivers and now I’m far away
[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places
[Outro]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (Ah, ah)
Ooh, ooh
I’m going places, mmm
Ooh

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Da Youngfellaz – Options Lyrics (feat. Devo D)

[Chorus: DeVo D.]
I f**k with you when I want
When I’m high, or I’m drunk
Girl I know you got options
But come outside I’m out front
She said I f**k with you when I want
When I’m high, or I’m drunk
Girl I know you got options
But come outside I’m out front, uh [Verse 1: DeVo D.]
Her mama say I’m no keeper
But she calls me to go deeper
I almost drowned in your ocean
Girl you got that grim reaper, oh
So you know the procedure
Come halfway and I’ll meet ya
Had to pull up on her in the old school
She ain’t know she f**king with the teacher, no
Body of a Georgia peach and probably daughter of a preacher
So nice to meet ya
It’s gon’ be hard to delete ya from my phone
Club to the car to the sheets and then I’m gone
Not gonna speak tomorrow morning
Making you weak tonight I’m going in
Soon as it’s over it’s on to the next
Until I got hit with the text, (that said)
[Chorus: DeVo D.]
I f**k with you when I want
When I’m high, or I’m drunk
Girl I know you got options
But come outside I’m out front
She said I f**k with you when I want
When I’m high, or I’m drunk
Girl I know you got options
But come outside I’m out front, uh
[Verse 2: Sho-Biz]
Her mama said I’m no keeper
If you was smart you’ll believe her
Girl this might f**k your soul up
Come get hit with this Ether, oh
This business is never personal
Let me converse with you
You got a man I could work with you
Had to pull up on her in a new school
Just to get to flexing on her new dude
First you curse me out, then we fuss again
Then you kick me out, then I f**k your friend
Then you call me names, and then you call your man
Don’t speak for about a week and then we f**k again
I f**k with you when I want
I f**k with you till I don’t
Soon as it’s over I’m on to the next 
Then I got hit with that text
[Chorus: DeVo D.]
I f**k with you when I want
When I’m high, or I’m drunk
Girl I know you got options
But come outside I’m out front
She said I f**k with you when I want
When I’m high, or I’m drunk
Girl I know you got options
But come outside I’m out front, uh
[Pre Chorus: DeVo D.]
Not gonna speak tomorrow morning
Making you weak tonight I’m going in
Soon as it’s over it’s on to the next
Until I got hit with the text, (that said)
[Verse 3: Jay Storm]
My momma said don’t tease her
Cause she knows me I won’t keep her
Another message saying speak up
She said she feeling something that keeps jumping in between us
I told her, is it Remy, is it Paul, is it Henny? As I’m weighing on your conscious
All that scrolling through ya phone let’s me know that you have options
Look at her, body of a Georgia peacher
Probably daughter of a preacher, so nice to meet ya
It’s gone be hard to delete ya from my phone
Liquor and smoke has me knowing that we on
Not gonna speak tomorrow morning
And she hopes I get the message, I tell her
A drunk mind makes a sober heart, so before you throw a card
Make sure you wanna send it, right? Or does Mary make it heavy?

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Kevin Abstract – Georgia Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing? Play this song
[Chorus]
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
[Verse 1]
Houston, Texas, my teachers had weapons
I’d get my ass whipped, I learned my lesson
I often question, I often wonder
If I told this class I liked the nigga that sit in the back
How bad would it make me suffer? Agh
Smoke and fuck, we high as hell
We gon’ love each other, we let the night derail
Only time will tell, I’m under your spell
I lay on your chest, you wonder what’s next
I love when you breathe, it make me reflect
[Chorus]
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
(Everything you do is cool)
[Verse 2]
All of us in Jon’s car
Packed the trunk with merch, I was tryna be a star
Same time I was cool with Uzi, dawg, my life felt like a movie
I left my troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing? I finally found peace, I suck when I get it
I see worth in myself, I won’t run away again
I’m prayin’ for my friends, they prayin’ this won’t end
But I know it does, just like all things
In the end, it’s just me and my mood swings
[Bridge]
And the one-nine-nine (And the one-nine-nine-nine is comin’)
Is comin’, is comin’
And that one-nine-nine, boy (And the one-nine-nine-nine)
One-nine-nine is comin’, is comin’
(You know that it’s comin’)
[Chorus]
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
(Everything you do is cool)
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
(Everything you do is cool)
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
(Everything you do is cool)
[Outro]
My troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing? Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Maggie Rogers – Tim McGraw Lyrics

[Intro]
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me

[Verse 1]
He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, “That’s a lie”
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin’ stuck
On backroads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone

[Chorus]
But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
Hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me

[Verse 2]
September saw a month of tears
And thankin’ God that you weren’t here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It’s hard not to find it all a little bittersweet
And lookin’ back on all of that, it’s nice to believe

[Chorus]
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
Hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
Won’t you think of me
I hope you think of me

[Bridge]
And I’m back for the first time since then
I’m standin’ on your street
And there’s a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you’ll read is:
“When you think Tim McGraw
Hope you think my favorite song
Someday you’ll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place”

[Chorus]
When you think happiness
Hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
Hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
Won’t you think of me
I hope you think of me
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
You think of me

[Outro]
He said the way my blue eyes shine
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, “That’s a lie”

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Daniel Caesar – Who Hurt You? Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Take me back to Georgia, back to Atlanta
Funny how present turns past
I might fly Priscilla out just for ‘Bana
So mesmerized by that ass
The way she moves it I can tell that she loves me
Nigga can’t help but to touch
Smack it ’round a bit then sip on some bubbly
Hope I’m not doing too much

[Refrain]
Strange new addictions picked up on the road
Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
And when it rains it pours, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me feel so primal
That’s what I am, I’m just a man

[Chorus: Daniel Caesar & T-Pain]
Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
I love it when you move like that
Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back
Oh-no-no-no-no-oh

[Verse 2]
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack but two
Look at all the cash I blew
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack but two
Look at all the cash I blew

[Refrain]
Strange new addictions picked up on the road
Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
And when it rains it pours, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me feel so primal
That’s what I am, I’m just a man

[Chorus]
Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
I love it when you move like that
Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back

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Luke Combs – I Got Away With You lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well I got caught in Panama City
Tryin’ to buy some beer for some Georgia girls
And I got wore out by my daddy
For stealin’ cigarettes from the Smokes and More
And all my friends would get away
Seems I’d get caught, plain as day
I took the blame for every little thing

[Chorus]
But I got away with you
And somehow I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you

[Verse 2]
Well lookin’ like you do
On its damn own, should be a crime
Let a lonely fool like me
Hand in hand with you, should be doin’ time
But here we are runnin’ free
Guess someone turned the other cheek
‘Cause there ain’t no blue lights in the rear-view

[Chorus]
Yes, I got away with you
And somehow I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you

[Bridge]
I’ll take it all, the fails, the falls
The county jails and one phone calls
I’d do it all again if I had to

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got away with you
Somehow girl, I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you
When I got away with you
Yeah, I got away with you

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Tracy – Like A Farmer (Remix) lyrics

(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Tracy]
I got horses in my car just like a farmer
Yeehaw
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter
Yeehaw
Yeah
Gren8 beats

[Chorus: Tracy]
I got horses in my car like a farmer (a farmer)
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (yeehaw)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered
(get him slaughtered)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered
I got horses in my car like a farmer
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (your daughter)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered (get him slaughtered)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered (get him slaughtered)

[Verse 1: Tracy]
Yeah, don’t come ’round here
We don’t like your kind (don’t like your kind)
I’ve been fuckin’ these sluts, but I love my wife
(but I love my wife)
Got a big ol’ truck, so we all gon’ ride
I’m sippin’ lean like a Coors Light (yah, yah)
Boy, this town ain’t big enough for the both of us
I got a shotgun, ridin’ shotgun and it’s loaded up (grrahh)
I heard that whore say, “You handsome”
Put that heat to your face, I’ma brand ya (I’ma brand ya)
Hell yeah, yeehaw (yeehaw)
I swear these people need God (need God)
I got some horses in this truck, keep up
I got some horses in this truck, keep up (keep up)

[Chorus: Tracy & Lil Uzi Vert]
I got horses in my car like a farmer (like a farmer)
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (yeehaw)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered (get him slaughtered)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered
I got horses in my car like a farmer (just like a farmer)
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (yeehaw)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered
(get him slaughtered)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered
(get him slaughtered)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Gotta trip, new coupe, follow her own roots (yeehaw)
Wrinkle on my jeans, on belt buckles, no jewels
Bless your heart, you’re fixin’ to lie
You’re cute as a button, but don’t got fake boobs
Yes, I have a tractor, you don’t like to fly
Took her on a trip to Texas, treat it like Dubai
I’m in Colorado Springs like I’m in Bora Bora (Bora Bora)
We get Tyson money, sell the chicken by the quarter
We don’t eat lobster, but we floss
Got a lot of land in Georgia
Just in case of a storm, girlies all up in my bunker in Florida
I planted a seed, I declare what’s gonna come out of the soil
Not talkin’ ’bout no lean, but I got that mud, I’m sellin’ oil

[Chorus: Tracy & Lil Uzi Vert]
I got horses in my car like a farmer (like a farmer)
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (yeehaw)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered (get him slaughtered)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered
I got horses in my car like a farmer (just like a farmer)
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (yeehaw)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered
(get him slaughtered)
He want beef, I’ma have to get him slaughtered
(get him slaughtered)

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Jeff Clayborn – Caddy In The Campground lyrics

Way up high in the Georgia mountains
Shootin’ bull and shine in the midnight moonlight
A wild bunch of fellas just a blowin’ off steam
Never know what a song round a fire might bring

Smoke and fiddle fillin’ up the air
Cicadas keepin’ time with sway of the pine trees
Low end rumble sneakin’ up the road
Kind of late to the party who’s crashin’ our show

What the hell is that
Whose bright white headlights
Moonshine’s kickin’ in
Oh my God a city car full of women

Why’s there a Caddy in the campground
Girls gettin’ out lookin’ like they’re goin’ downtown
Heals on skirts high drinkin’ champagne
Ain’t no room for a Caddy in the campground

Hey little lady have you lost your way
Did daddy’s girl take another wrong turn
You might be born with a silver spoon
Let me show you my castle with the diamond moon

I can tell you like the sound of my guitar
Lookin’ pretty as a gypsy dancin’ round that car
Love the sound you’re makin’ shakin’ all that bling
Won’t you jump in here and be my tambourine

Can’t believe what I see
Is this just a crazy dream
Moonshine’s kickin’ in
Oh my God anything can happen

Why’s there a Caddy in the campground
Girls gettin’ out lookin’ like they’re goin’ downtown
Heels on skirts high drinkin’ champagne
Anything can happen with a Caddy in the campground

Now the party is lit
That is a beautiful car
How the hell did you get that thang up here

Anything can happen
Anything can happen

Chorus

Anything can happen
Anything can happen
Anything can happen
With a Caddy in the campground

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T.J. Sparks – Georgia Twist lyrics

[Verse]
I love to see you
While your dancing as the sun sets on the shore
Each time that I see you oh it only seems to make me want you more
So why cant you see that it’s me who just may be your mr right
Cause I long to hold you, want to hug and squeeze and kiss you through the night

[Chorus]
Come on pretty baby give me a chance
Girl you drive me crazy with the way you dance
Twisting on the beach and having so much fun
Won’t you tell me baby your the only one for you
Girl you got me longing for a kiss
Shimmy and a shaking to a Georgia twist
Dancing and a swaying having so much fun
Wont you tell me baby i’m the only one for you
For you for yoohoo just for you

[Verse]
Great expectations growing just like wild flowers in my head
So I want to hold you want you lying here beside me in my bed
Each night as i’m dreaming , i got visions of you dancing through mmy mind
Hungry for your lovin,girl I’m drinking in your beauty just like wine.

[Chorus]
Come on pretty baby give me a chance
Girl you drive me crazy with the way you dance
Twisting on the beach and having so much fun
Won’t you tell me baby your the only one for you
Girl you got me longing for a kiss
Shimmy and a shaking to a reggae twist
Dancing and a swaying having so much fun
Wont you tell me baby i’m the only one for you
For you for yoohoo just for you

[Chorus]
Come on pretty baby give me a chance
Girl you drive me crazy with the way you dance
Twisting on the beach and having so much fun
Won’t you tell me baby your the only one for you
Girl you got me longing for a kiss
Shimmy and a shaking to a reggae twist
Dancing and a swaying having so much fun
Wont you tell me baby i’m the only one for you
For you for yoohoo just for you

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E-40 – Let Me See You Twerk Lyrics

He’s been hot for decades

[Hook: DecadeZ]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh, you make a player want to hit (want to hit)
Jiggle what your mama blessed you with (blessed you with)
Stacked, Pringles potato chips (potato chips)
Come and lap dance on my magic stick (on my magic stick)
Uhh, it’s hot in here (hot in here)
You know how to make a pole disappear
Georgia peach booty, body (body)
Her ass is an instrument to molly (to molly)
She the bestest (the bestest)
I bet she got some bomb ass crevice (crevice)
Mm, all eyes on her (on her)
All the ballers want to dive in her (in her)
Hella thick (hella thick)
I love it when she jump in the air and do the splits (and do the splits)
I wonder if she takin’ gymnastics (gymnastics)
Acrobatics, baby got baggage (biatch)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
You lookin’ ready girl, here we go
You on the dance floor lookin’ like a video
It feels good to be dancin’ now
You never have fun when your man’s around
You get down, full throttle
Shake it all around girl make your booty wobble
We ain’t goin’ nowhere, we stayin’ ’til the end
Give the DJ some money tell him “Play it again”
It’s your song, ass in the air I see your thong
My dick got hard, you can see it’s long
No we tryin’ to fuck each other
When we leave here let’s be lovers
We on the dance floor doin’ the most
I grabbed her by the waist, then I pulled her close
I put both hands under her skirt
Then I told her “Let me see you twerk”

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

[Verse 3: E-40 & Dolla Will]
Uhh, she fresh out the shower, lookin’ good as fuck
Headed to the party ’bout to scoop her home girls up (home girls up)
Felicia and Sabrina, that’s her childhood friends (childhood friends)
But little does she know, they ’bout to fight over a man (fight over a man)
It’s yankin’ in this bitch, they still comin’ in
Line around the corner, whites, blacks, Asians, Mexicans (Mexicans)
The liquor kicked in, got to runnin’ off at the mouth
Got full of that truth serum, that’s how people fall out
Dolla Will man
Nice shape, baby lookin’ like she got it
Wet wet, want to hop in it, drown in it
Size ten, shake it like a tamborine (shake it)
Two-steppin’ off of Cadillac and light green (shake it)
Throw a few ones, pop that pussy for me (pop it)
King of Diamonds, niggas fuckin’ off Gs on her
I’m a victim too, private peep show
If your money right, she a deep throat (deep throat)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

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Ambi Lyrics – The Run Around (feat. Smino)

[Smino]

Zilchy, baby

She poppin’ that pussy like percoset girl I’m appalled
The Gucci down to my balls, and I’m offa the alll
Slip, fall, never, no
Out for the pack
My dawgs be woofin’ about all of the bitches they bone, Still?
Where I’m from I need that guarantee don’t do that
That show me niggas boomin from North county to Newstead
Southside rent a crib, I’ll fuckin AirBnB that
In my Air Force One’s errday I pledge a-flee-giance
I be faded baby swear my brain all [?]
Heard this country lingo fuckin up your plumbing got ya leakin
I got pipe like Catholic organs
Dick’ll rearrange ya organs
No matter how high I’m soarin’, Swear I won’t forget my origins
Uh
I do it big like Norbit wife
I do it big like Georgia, I
Coulda been there a thousand times
But the Father Son Holy Smoke
By the grace, oh by the grace
Oh yeah it brought me this far
Oh yeah it bought me this car
Feel like a martian, cliché, ay
Another ville, another day, ay
All of my problems man ma-ade
I let ’em go like a Dra-aco

Another ville, another day, ay
All of my problems man ma-ade
I let ’em go like a Draco

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J.I.D. – My Name Is (Freestyle)

[Intro]
May I have your attention please

[Hook]
My name is, what? My name is, who? chka-chka
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Hi kids, wanna know what I did?
I do drugs, get drunk and promote violence
Everywhere I go I take my gun, even churches
Open carry in Georgia so save me a seat in circus
Fuck taking Dylan Roof to jail, you should bring him to me and my niggas
On God there won’t be a homicide
We’ll keep him alive, give me four days, mabye even five
Just from Monday to Friday, I promise he’ll cooperate
We’ll snatch out one of his eyes, make it look him in his eye
Then scalp shave, then use his hide for black pride
I guess you would think I’m tryna incite a race riot, but naw
I like white poeple, I hate that guy
I never understood the mind of a peron that wanna murder
And hurt people who tryna make a change and do good
If he wanted real war he shoulda went to the hood
I would have felt better about it, I just had to acknowledge it, but

[Hook]
Hi, My name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka J.I.D baby
Hi, My Name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka J.I.D baby
Hi, My name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka J.I.D baby
HI, My name is, what? My name is, who?
J.I.D

[Verse 2]
My english teacher called me nigga like in junior high
Thanks a lot, i’ll use this word the rest of my life
My nigga this, my nigga that, dawg where my niggas at
Damn don’t make me kill a nigga, god bring my nigga back
Use it in the wrong context can get a nigga smacked
Little-bitty bullet make a skinny nigga fat
Bonjour, my shitty amour, where your nigga at
Work? Ok cool. Get Drunk? Where the liquor at?
Basically what I’m saying girls and guys are piranhas
My dawg, hit a chick raw, and caught a Ghana Rihanna
I just come by in a word because she was fine as Rihanna
Not saying I’m not saying nothin about Rihanna, Oh I’m sorry Rihanna
I ain’t slept in 20 days, I’m a zombie lil’ mama
I’m tryna play a (?) in muhfucker for fucking insomnia

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Ansel Elgort – Supernova

[Verse 1]
I feel like atlas, I got my back stretched
You wanna grab this, you don’t understand this
I keep it oppressed, work on my realness
Reading my manifest, I’ll address your request

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
All my dreams, full of my regret (my regret)
I keep hearing what my mother said
Eyes are open, all I see is red

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova

[Verse 2]
Look overhead at the stars and the ocean
Foggy emotions, moments, erosion
This supernova could cause a comotion
My minds of the notion, you’ll still be my motive
I’ve been, I’ve been so fucked in my head
I’ve been going through phases, I’m just going through phases
Don’t know what this craze is
When’s the last time someone said shit? (ohhh)
Walking through your mazes
When’s the last time someone meant it? (ohhh)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
All my dreams full of my regret (my regret)
I keep hearing what my mother said
Eyes are open all I see is red

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova

[Flute Solo]

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova

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Ansel Elgort – Supernova lyrics

[Verse 1]
I feel like atlas
I got my back stretched
You wanna grab this
You don’t understand this
I keep it oppressed
Work on my realness
Reading my manifest
I’ll address your request

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
All my dreams, full of my regret (my regret)
I keep hearing what my mother said
Eyes are open, all I see is red

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your hearts in the clouds frozing over
My heart’s in the sky supernova
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your hearts in the club frozing
My heart’s in the sky supernova

[Verse 2]
Look overhead at the stars, and the ocean
Foggy emotions, moments, erosion
This supernova could cause a comotion
My minds of the notion you’ll still be my motive
I’ve been, I’ve been so f*cked in my head
I’ve been going through phases
I’m just going through phases
Don’t know what this craze is
When’s the last time someone said sh*t? (ohhh)
Walking through your mazes
When’s the last time someone meant it? (ohhh)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
All my dreams full of my regret (my regret)
I keep hearing what my mother said
Eyes are open all I see is red

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your hearts in the clouds frozing over
My heart’s in the sky supernova
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your hearts in the club frozing
My heart’s in the sky supernova

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Roy Wood$ – Monday To Monday

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 1]
Money fly you out when you in Georgia
I make sure shorty feel important
Balmains while she’s going shopping
Marylyn keeps her on auto pilot (auto, auto, auto)
Catch me with thugs
Ride around with them birds
Drugs make her slow
Can’t feel her toes
Gang shit on Tour
Ohh she love me (hey)
All my diamonds dreaded (hey)
Bitch touch Molly (oh)
Girl what you planning (oh oh)
I feel like Aladin(yeah)
I just found my Jasmine(my Jasmine)
Ohh she crazy
I love her crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new here
So don’t disrespect me for some
[?]
And I don’t know who cares but I
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t Don’t
Don’t Don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 2]
Gyal dem go shopping
Tagged up with squaddy
Saks fifth better spend a bag if you walk in
Ass too melodic in Toronto with exotic
Like these bitches are from Europe
My girl look like Katy Cherry
She got tattoos in her arm
She sings like Adele
Narcotics for fun
Liquors for the pain
Don’t believe in love
[?]
Face, out my face bitch
Am I looking out your way now
[?]
But I’m looking for my main girl
I could barely think
I have way too much to say now
[?]
And fly out to Costa Rica
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new to this
So don’t disrespect me for some
[?]
And I don’t know who cares but I
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t Don’t
Don’t Don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

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Atlanta Rapper Bambino Gold’s Body Found In Alabama


Atlanta rapper Bambino Gold’s body was found in Alabama two weeks after he went missing.

The news sent shock waves in the local Atlanta hip hop community. On November 7, Bambino, whose real name is Edward Reeves, and his cousin Kendrick Stokes were reported missing and cops launched an investigation into their disappearance. Sadly, over the weekend, both men bodies were found just miles apart in Alabama, the Atlanta Journal-Constitution reported. Details surrounding the incident is still sketchy, but cops are treating their death as a homicide.

Bambino Gold and Kendrick Stokes bodies were found in a wooded area in Macon County, just 40 miles east of Montgomery, Alabama. The first body was found off County Road 13 and the second body was discovered off Highway 80, just four miles from where the first body was discovered. The two men were last seen driving a white 2016 Honda CR-V with Georgia license plates on their way to Alabama. Know one knows what happened to them after they left Georgia, but it appears that they were kidnapped and killed.

Family members told police that they have been unable to reach the rapper and his cousin since November 7th. Cops are pleading with anyone with information to come forward.

Artist manager Migo, who managed Rae Sremmurd, took to Instagram to plead with the public for help solving the crime. “No matter what’s going on in the streets nobody deserves to be taken from their family,” Migo wrote. “We have to figure out how to resolve conflicts/problems without taking someone’s life. I been knowing @bambinogoldgpt since he was like 16 it’s sad to see this. We got to do better. We want everyone else to to do better for us but we can’t do right in our own community. RIP.”

No matter what’s going on in the streets nobody deserves to be taken from their family. We have to figure out how to resolve conflicts/problems without taking someone’s life. I been knowing @bambinogoldgpt since he was like 16 it’s sad to see this. We got to do better. We want everyone else to to do better for us but we can’t do right in our own community. RIP ????

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2 Chainz Considering Stepping Into Politics As Mayor Of College Park


2 Chainz is considering hanging up his mic for a bit to run for political office.

The College Park rapper is strongly considering running for mayor of College Park, Ga. which means he would likely have to retire from rap at least until he serves his term. 2 Chainz made the revelations during an interview with Trevor Noah on his talk show “The Daily Show With Trevor Noah.” “I’m from College Park,” the MC said. “It’s a city right outside of Atlanta, Georgia and I’m passionate about my neighborhood, my community.”

In order for him to run for mayor, 2 Chainz says that there are a couple prerequisites that he doesn’t currently meet and that’s the only thing prevented him from running to overthrow the current mayor who he said has been serving for decades. “The mayor that was currently serving when I was thinking about taking the crown from him had been there for 20 or 30 years, so they were eager for a change,” he said. “But they had a few prerequisites that I couldn’t meet like staying in the same county and things like that because I didn’t want to stay in the same county still.”

2 Chainz also opened up about a number of issues that he would tackle in the community if he is ever elected mayor starting with crime and funding for projects like sports that will get kids more active in the community. “I would also deal with funding a lot of the county programs, sports programs, and things like that because I feel like a lot of kids don’t come outside anymore,” he said. Chainz would be a great mayor if he can get them to bend the rules for him to enter the race or perhaps he could find himself a nice house in College Park.

You can watch 2 Chainz full interview with Trevor Noah on Comedy Central.

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6ix9ine – Gummo

[Intro]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang
I’ll see y’all later, suuwoo!

[Verse 1]
Pop these niggas like a wheelie nigga, you a silly nigga
In the hood with them billy niggas, and them hoover niggas
You run up and they shooting niggas, we ain’t hooping nigga
Yo Gambi, you a loser nigga, up that Uzi nigga
On the stoop, grills in, my Georgia girl on my fro
She wanna fuck but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that’s really all I use her for as I kick her out the door
I don’t want her, you can keep the whore, she fiending for some more
In New York my niggas don’t Milly Rock, my niggas money bop
Blow a case a nigga throwing shots, I run ’em off they block
Caught a milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Niggas talking ’bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don’t fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don’t love her that’s a sad hoe, she a bad hoe
I’mma fuck her then I dash home, to the cash hoe

[Chorus]
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

[Verse 2]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli, all my niggas on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinning through ya block like a pop shove it
Shoot at me I’m shooting back, I’m getting buckets
I ain’t wanna take his life but nigga, fuck it

[Chorus]
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

[Outro]
Scum Gang

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Luke Bryan – What Makes You Country lyrics

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What Makes You Country lyrics

People talkin’ ’bout what is and what ain’t country
What gives ’em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth

[Pre-Chorus]
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy waitin’ on the rain
We’re all a little different, but we’re all the same
Everybody doin’ their own thing

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing landlines
Running bird docks through the Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

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[Verse 2]
Does it run in your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?
Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know

[Chorus 2]
Me, I got my Sunday learning in a level church
Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt
Waiting for the fall to finally come along
So I can grab by gun and get my outside on
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Brdge]
Might be from a city or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square that you drove around
Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down?
You know you gotta let it out

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred back when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing land lines
Running bird docks through them Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
And just be proud of what makes you country
Whatever makes you country

[Outro]
You do your kinda country
They doing they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country

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Lacs – Country Boy Downtime Lyrics

LACS
Country Boy Downtime Lyrics

You can ride shotgun buddy, I’ll drive
Roll this one, we’ll drink a little homemade wine
In a long dirt road, get some things off our mind
I need some country boy downtime
Small-town boys need room to breathe
Life can get rough and women can get mean
Call my dog, let’s roll, I’m bout to lose my mind
I need some country boy downtime

I wake up early in the morning
Breath stinking as I’m yawning
Just another sunny day in backs of Georgia
See my buddy called me up, said he’s running kind of late
But no rush man, I ain’t going in today
Can you pick up my check when you get on a break?
Then holler at me ‘cuz, when you head this way
Nah I ain’t sick, I ain’t feeling no pain
I might take the boat out, I hope it don’t rain
I might catch me a fish, I might wash my truck
Hell, ride the four-wheeler, I ain’t done that in months
Or build me a fire and cook what we caught
Or empty out the cooler cause I drank on the boat
Now we’re shine time, talking bout the good old days
This uncle doodle and his good old ways
Got the fire bale glowing for most of the night
Can you smell the fat lighter?
This country boy downtime

You can ride shotgun buddy, I’ll drive
Roll this one, we’ll drink a little homemade wine
In a long dirt road, get some things off our mind
I need some country boy downtime
Small-town boys need room to breathe
Life can get rough and women can get mean
Call my dog, let’s roll, I’m bout to lose my mind
I need some country boy downtime

Quitting time, had enough, I’m bout to lay low
Lot of folks like me just need a back road
Let the boat tide creep to a low speed
Feel that breeze, it’s all G double O D, good
Beer stop by the river bank
Drop the tailgate and play some more Hank
Might sip a little bit and take the edge off
Hit the deep woods, riding shorty get lost
Sometimes it’s in your best bet
To let your country hang out just like a redneck
Get loose, drink booze with friends
Make use of them til it’s you again

You can ride shotgun buddy, I’ll drive
Roll this one, we’ll drink a little homemade wine
In a long dirt road, get some things off our mind
I need some country boy downtime
Small-town boys need room to breathe
Life can get rough and women can get mean
Call my dog, let’s roll, I’m bout to lose my mind
I need some country boy downtime

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Lacs – Back To Georgia Lyrics (feat. Craig Campbell)

LACS
Back To Georgia Lyrics (feat. Craig Campbell)

Its a long ride, long road
Long line of a lota shows
Look close and you can see my crooked little smile
I been dreamin’ bout it my whole life
Think i put a few pounds on me, ol’ six string kinda sticks out on me
A buncha fast food, a ton of bud light
Little sound check always keeps the band tight
Coast to coast doing shows for good folks
Man I love it but I never wanna see it snow again
Nothin’ in the world like a buncha fans
Singin every line holdin up their beer cans
Dear friends gotta roll but we had a blast
Need sleep and a couple of us need a bath
Hang out with the youngins and my better half
Momma’s cookin me a honey ham

Now I’m goin back to Georgia
Just can’t wait to see that old state line
Now I’m goin back to Georgia
Been laid up here got Georgia on my mind

The alarm clock’s ringin gotta get up gotta go
But them boys still singin’ gotta hit another show
I holla at my boys cause you know we stay down
I try to bring em out every time we came round
Packin their bags and livin outta suitcase
So bad on the road did the food taste
Missin’ home and momma’s corn bread
It won’t be long until I’m in my own bed
I keep rollin and just playin to em every night
I take a swig of the shine to get my head right
Chasin’ dreams right behind the headlights
A song is good for the soul if its said right
10 more days and 10 more shows
Got them rigs stretched out let that black smoke roll
When we get back home no phones will ever find me
Wastin’ time way back up in the pine trees

Now I’m goin back to Georgia
Just can’t wait to see that old state line
Now I’m goin back to Georgia
Been laid up here got Georgia on my mind

Now I’m goin back to Georgia
Just can’t wait to see that old state line
Now I’m goin back to Georgia
Been laid up here got Georgia on my mind

Now I’m goin back to Georgia
Just can’t wait to see that old state line
Now I’m goin back to Georgia
Been laid up here got Georgia on my mind
Got Georgia on my mind

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Rogue Valley – The Planting Moon Lyrics

ROGUE VALLEY
The Planting Moon Lyrics

I might be a driver on the highway
In a big rig gliding through the veins and arteries

In a covered wagon piled to the top
With livestock, with produce
With any kind of crop, I’ll radio:

When the scenery has all been seen
When the bushes are shaken
And the shot is clean
There’s beauty to be found
On the stripped and dusty ground
Drop a seed in the soil
And let it grow

I might be a numb and foolish man
The most foolish thing I think
Is that I’m younger than I am

And that I’ve got
All the time I need to figure things
But what’s true today
Is not always held forever true, I’ll radio:

When the irrigation channels open wide
When the cattle farms and thunderstorms
Fill the countryside
There’s beauty to behold
On the cracked and crooked road
Drop a seed in the soil
Let it grow

If I see a hitchhiker on the side
We’ll do a triple digit ride in Georgia overdrive

And discover that all before has been bereft
Maybe two wrongs can make a right, tonight
Maybe two rights can make a left, I’ll radio:

When the orange blossoms come in bloom
When the Earth is covered in her sweet perfume
There’s beauty one can find
In the most desolate of times
Drop a seed in the soil
And let it grow

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Savannah Lyrics – Parmalee

Everybody’s got that girl, you know the one that got away
I really don’t know why but I was thinking ’bout her today
I loved the way she’d say Georgia
With that sweet little southern drawl
And how she whispered “baby”
As the mossy oak shadows would fall
If whiskey was a time machine, I would try to drink her back to me

There are highways and byways
Running east, west, north, and south
And you can sail into the harbor, see the planes touching down
But I burned up every bridge
Just like Sherman did coming down from Atlanta
And I know there ain’t no way back to Savannah, no, no, oh, woah

Yeah, I had some big city dreams, headed out on my own
To the bright lights and the neon sky, left her there all alone
This photograph is the only map as a memory disappears
And the truth is you can’t get there from here

‘Cause there are highways and byways
Running east, west, north, and south
And you can sail into the harbor, see the planes touching down
But I burned up every bridge
Just like Sherman did coming down from Atlanta
And I know there ain’t no way back to Savannah, no, no, oh, woah

Yeah
If whiskey was a time machine I would try to drink her back to me

‘Cause there are highways and byways
Running east, west, north, and south
And you can sail into the harbor, see the planes touching down
But I burned up every bridge
Just like Sherman did coming down from Atlanta
And I know there ain’t no way back to Savannah
No, no, no, oh, woah
No, no, no, oh, woah

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Cold hearted – Bryce Fox lyrics

Lyrics Bryce Fox – Cold hearted

It’s somewhere north of Florida
A little west of Georgia
At my best, you’re not impressed
‘Cause I’m a loser
Both my wings are frozen, cold like Minnesota
Pinned between the boulders with the rest.(cold hearted)

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

You like hills and yoga
I like hanging over
You’re more like Kim and I’m too nice to be your Kanye
Stand up like a soldier versuri-lyrics.info
But I’m a rock & roller
I take my rage and throw the flames into the water.

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

I’m way too cold to hold ya
Call me when it’s over
I realized I’m just as frozen as the rest.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearteddd.
Bryce Fox lyrics
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Tracy Byrd – Watermelon Crawl

I was drivin’ through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign writtin’ in red
Rhine county watermelon festival ahead

Well, I wasn’t in a hurry so I slowed down
Took a two lane road to a one horse town
There was a party goin’ on when I got there
I heard a welcome speech from a small town mayor

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

When the band started playin the watermelon queen
Said let me show you somethin’ that you ain’t ever seen
She grabbed me by the arm said come on lets go
She dipped down, spun around, and do-ce-doed

She rocked back on her heels dropped down to her knees
She craweled across the floor and jumped back to her feet
She wiggled and she giggled and be all you ever saw
She said this is how you do the watermelon crawl

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

If your ever down in georgia around about july
If you ain’t in a hurry then you aw to stop by
I can guarantee that you’re goin have a ball
Learnin’ how to do the watermelon crawl

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

Yeah do the watermelon crawl
Have fun you all
Do the watermelon crawl

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Bobbie Gentry – Fancy

"Well, I remember it all very well lookin’ back
It was the summer that I turned eighteen.
We lived in a one-room, run down shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans.

We didn’t have money for food or rent
To say the least we was hard-pressed
When Momma spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin’ dress.

Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,
Then she painted my eyes and lips.
Then I stepped into the satin dancin’ dress.
It had a split in the side clean up to my hips.

It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me good
And standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
Was a woman
Where a half grown kid had stood.

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down."

Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
On my neck and she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears welling up
In her troubled eyes as she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful shack and then
She looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said, Your Pa’s runned off, and I’m real sick
And the baby’s gonna starve to death.

She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said
"To thine own self be true"
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high-healed shoe

It sounded like somebody else was talkin’
Askin’, "Momma what do I do?"
She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy.
They’ll be nice to you."

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out girl it’s up to you
Now don’t let me down,
Now get on out, you better start sleepin’ uptown."

That was the last time I saw my momma
When I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby.
Momma died and I ain’t been back.

But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no other way out.
It wasn’t very long after that I knew exactly
What my momma was talkin’ ’bout.

I knew what I had to do.
Then I made myself this solemn vow:
I’s gonna to be a lady someday
Though I didn’t know when or how.

But I couldn’t see spendin’ the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame.
You know I mighta been born just plain white trash.
But Fancy was my name.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.

Wasn’t long after that a benevolent man
Took me in off the streets
One week later I was pourin’ his tea
In a five roomed penthouse suite.

Charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
And I got me an elegant Georgia mansion
And a New York townhouse flat.

Now I ain’t done bad

Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous
Hypocrites who call me bad.
They criticize Momma for turning me out
No matter how little we had.

Though haven’t had to worry ’bout nothin’
Now for nigh on fifteen years
But I can still hear the desperation
In my poor mommas voice ringin’ in my ears.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Oh, here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out well it’s up to you.
Now your mama’s helping you move uptown."

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Thomas Rhett – American Spirit

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky
Tired eyed kids playin’ in a sprinkler
Daddy drinkin’ cold bud light
Talk about a big life
In a small town, ain’t got a lot
But we sure found what we were looking for
Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop
Levi denim blue eyes
Bottle rockets blowin’ up
Hot dogs servin’ up
It ain’t even fourth of july
That’s just how it is ’round here and we love it
We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin’ more

[Chorus]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
Its your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[verse 2]
Old red six string, white piece of paper
Scribbled down, lovin’ blue ink
Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody
Sweep her right off of her feet
It’s a preacher, it’s a [?]
It’s a ring on a finger and bible
[and a title, on a fixer up house?]

[Chorus x2]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
It’s your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[Outro]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky