Ahmaud Arbery’s Killers Arrested

The two white men who shot and killed Ahmaud Arbery while the 25-year-old was out jogging are in prison, according to the New York Times. Yesterday, Gregory McMichael, 64 and Travis McMichael, 34, father and son, were each charged with murder and aggravated assault, and booked into a jail in Glynn County, Georgia.

The arrests come over two months after Arbery’s death, and two days after graphic footage of the altercation generated national public outrage. Although police had the video, which shows Arbery jogging down a residential street past the two men, followed by an unprovoked struggle and gunshots prior to its public release, the McMichaels’ walked free until this week. It took calls from activists, celebrities and politicians, including LeBron James, Nina Turner, Joe Biden, Stacey Abrams, members of Black Lives Matter and the local chapter of the N.A.A.C.P, for an investigation and arrests, to force law enforcement’s hand.

Related | How You Can Demand Justice For Ahmaud Arbery

The man who filmed the video of Arbery’s death, William “Roddie” Bryan, is also being investigated. Advocates for Arbery’s family have called him an “accomplice” and Arbery’s lawyer has called for him to be arrested.

National attention redirected the trajectory of the case, reigniting discussion about the politics of viral videos of police brutality, and the apparent necessity of a mass community of whistleblowers to ensure Black victims are treated fairly by the justice system. One of Ahmaud’s friends said, per AJ+: “There’s no way without the video this would have occurred.”

After being on the case for nearly a month, district prosecutor Tom Durden only announced this week that he’ll send the case to a grand jury. He’s the third prosecutor on the case, after the first two recused themselves because of their relationships to the suspects (Gregory McMichael is a former police officer).

Before recusing himself, Durden’s predecessor George Barnhill argued that the McMichaels were innocent based on stand-your-ground, open carry and the citizens’ arrest statue, calling Arbery’s death “perfectly legal.”

The Georgia Bureau of Investigation is now assisting with the case, however, advocates like the Southern Poverty Law Center are calling for the FBI and Department of Justice to get involved, in order to expedite the process. Courts in Georgia will be closed until mid-June.

Today would have been Arbery’s 26th birthday. In honor of his death and in solidarity with his family, supporters are running 2.26 miles and using the hashtag #RunWithMaud. Find other ways you demand justice for Arbery here, and a GoFundMe to donate his family here.

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Rich The Kid – Ray Charles Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Bitch-ass niggas
Ho-ass niggas, we countin’ this shit up
We rackin’ this shit up
Spent a whole M for the whole team
You know what I’m sayin, on just ice (Swear)

[Chorus]
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (Hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (Woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (Bands)
I don’t see y’all niggas like a blind man (Woo)
Playin’ wit’ the keys like I’m Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Go— (Go—) yard (Water)
Crossin’ the border (Border), Florida (Woo), headin’ to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, let that bitch play
You hear that? (Woo, woo)

[Verse]
Bankroll, bankroll bigger than ever
My niggas richer than ever (Rich)
Ray got a quarter mill’ out this dirt
He dug it up wit’ a shovel
I don’t see y’all bitch niggas like a blind man
Made a mill’ last night, think I’m lyin’, man?
In the trap, hit ’em with the frying pan
He ain’t got no heart like the Iron Man (Woo)
The bitch on my body, might fuck again
Bitch, I’m Ray Charles, gon’ and bring a friend (Woo)
Money countin’, keep it rackin’ in (Rackin’ in)
I gotta sleep with a F&N (What?)

[Chorus]
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (Hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (Woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (Bands)
I don’t see y’all niggas like a blind man (Woo)
Playin’ wit’ the keys like I’m Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Go— (Go—) yard (Water)
Crossin’ the border (Border), Florida (Woo), headin’ to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)

[Outro]
Yeah, real spill
The first young nigga with a Richard Mille, huh
Nah, real deal
No cap
Boss Man

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

Here Come The Mummies – Shag Carpet Lyrics

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
Show me what you’ve learned
Shag carpet
Feelin’ the burn
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ all night

[Verse 1]
Don’t need no La-Z-Boy, no sectional, just feel the joy
Let Aladdin take you on a ride
Wall to wall milk and honey
No budget left, I spent all my money on the

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
I blew it all on the
Shag carpet
Where we get it done
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ all night

[Verse 2]
I took a U-Haul to Dalton, Georgia
Hangin’ in the window, thinkin’ can I afford ya?
Took out my wallet, I felt a little queasy
Tough on my credit, but easy on my knees, it’s a…

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
I blew it all on the
Shag carpet
Where we get it done
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ all night

[Bridge]
Shag carpet
Shag carpet
Shag carpet
It’s the metaphor that’s on the floor

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
Tell me what you’ve learned
Shag carpet
Feelin’ the burn
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ on the

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
I blew it all on the
Shag carpet
Where we get it done
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ all night (all night)

[Outro]
All night (all night)
Shag all night
Gonna shag all night
Shag carpet

Da Youngfellaz – Options Lyrics (feat. Devo D)

[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?
Or does Mary make it heavy?
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?

[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

Will ‘What I Spend’ Videos Kill the Influencer?

If you’ve been on YouTube at all in the last two months, odds are you’ve noticed the “What I Spend In A Week” trend. Its concept is simple: YouTube creators –– mainly young women in their early twenties –– track their finances for a week and ultimately reveal how much they spent on food, transportation, and other expenses. The fad has received mixed reviews so far; while many viewers seem pleased with the creators’ transparency, these videos have also exposed an outrageously lavish side of the influencer lifestyle that has left many fans feeling alienated and upset.

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The first “What I Spend” was uploaded last October. Lexie Lombard‘s “What I Spend in a Week in NYC as a 23 year old” tracked her weekly spending to a grand total of $555.10. While this may seem like an outrageous amount of money for a young woman to burn in one week –– especially since this number does not include rent or transportation –– Lombard’s peers were soon admitting they spent about the same. Or more. 24-year-old LA-based YouTuber Remi Ashten spent upwards of $3,000 in the week she filmed her video, while Cambridge-based YouTuber Brooke Miccio spent a total of $497 despite the fact that hers only captured four days. Many YouTube personalities have made jokes about their lack of fiscal responsibility –– “I’m out of control” Miccio proclaims in her title –– but viewers weren’t amused, if the comments section is anything to go by.

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The fan disappointment is fed by distrust. Most weekly totals include expenses such as food and public transportation but often failed to account for things like gas or monthly expenses like rent and utilities. Some viewers have even expressed suspicion that influencers are lying about their spending habits in the videos to seem more relatable. “This is so fun but I felt like you were trying to show us how little you can spend vs being honest about what you really spend in a week,” a fan commented on influencer and University of Georgia student Danielle Carolan‘s “What I Spent in a Week.”

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These abject displays of privilege are also driving hate clicks. The “What I Spend” trend has exposed a darker side of millennial consumer culture, where monetization is the end goal of everyone’s online brand. The gap between the “influencer lifestyle” and the lifestyle of many of their viewers has become increasingly clear over the past few years. Although many of the videos are titled “What I Spend as a Twenty-Something in X City” under the guise of relatability or even a budgeting how-to, many of the videos are filled with young women attending over-priced soul cycle classes, drinking $7 matcha lattes multiple times a week, and Ubering around cities despite several public transportation options.

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This is perhaps what viewers take most offense to; the comment section of almost every “What I Spend” video is filled with fans expressing their disappointment in influencers for failing to budget or overspending out of convenience. “You should try to live off $100 a week,” a fan suggested in the comments section of Remi’s video, while another pointed out that Remi’s weekly spending was the same as her college tuition for an entire semester.

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To fully contextualize why this seemingly mindless spending is so frustrating for fans, we must look at how YouTubers make their income. According to a May 2019 video titled “How I Make That Bread” by YouTuber Best Dressed, many full-time YouTubers have three main streams of income. Adsense, a Google program designed for the monetization of websites, is normally a Youtber’s main revenue stream, while affiliate links, or links that allow YouTubers to profit when their viewers buy certain products, and brand sponsorships make up the rest of their profit.

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This means that a YouTuber’s income is dependent on how many people watch the ads at the beginning of their videos and buy the products that they recommend. It makes sense then that viewers, who have most likely helped an influencer’s growth by keeping up with their videos or trusting their recommendations, would therefore feel invested in a YouTuber’s lifestyle or choices. It’s obviously discomforting for a fan to realize that they directly contributed to their favorite Youtuber’s lavish lifestyle — especially if they formerly assumed them to be on an equal footing financially.

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In one sense this is just another YouTube trend, but “What I Spend In A Week” videos are forcing conversations about class online. It’s not the first time that YouTubers have been in hot water due to ignorance about class privilege: for years, viewers have also expressed discomfort over the growing “thrifting” trend that’s taken over YouTube wherein wealthy influencers shop at thrift stores just for the fad. While YouTube is theoretically one of the internet’s most democratic mediums, it has become clear over time that many young creators were born into significant privilege, growing up with wealth long before their online careers took off and the sponsorships started rolling in. How else does someone afford cameras and tripods in middle school, anyway? As a result, when we picture an “influencer,” we picture someone young, wealthy and white.

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In theory, the “What I Spend” video trend was doomed to fail from the start. Many YouTube personalities originally garnered fame because of their relatability, so exposing the extravagant lifestyles that their online careers have afforded them effectively kills this facade. As monetized, sponsored videos become the YouTube norm, we can surely expect backlash to grow, especially as conversations about wealth and class continue to creep into the mainstream. And if viewers ultimately become fed up with mindless consumer culture, the monetized influencer will become extinct.

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But that’s an uphill battle for the anti-capitalist YouTube fiends among us. Many of YouTube’s most well-known faces are open about their pursuit of the good life — the most popular young content creators, including a new generation of TikTok stars, move to Los Angeles and rent out clout mansions where they live like Hollywood celebrities. So while some viewers are understandably upset over this ostentatious display of wealth, it seems that many fans aren’t exactly taking influencers to task — more like trying to emulate their success.

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Screenshot via YouTube

Yelawolf – Box Chevy 7 Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Yeah

[Verse 1]
If I see two Maybachs, I’ma park it in the middle
Throw my keys at the butler and then get ’em
No ID, I’ma walk up through the middle
Candy-coated whip like a pocket full of Skittles
Money in my pocket but I don’t know how to act right
Glock in the glove box like a flashlight
Cub in the mop-top in the backlight
Zilla Gorilla he’s a killer, that’s night night
Legends in the fog
Got me a Chevy, baby, and I’ma let it crawl
Got me a pack ready, and I’ma make a call
Gettin’ your racks ready and maybe we can talk, y’all
Know we get down motherfuckers in niche, Nashville done got beat up, yeah
Talkin’ shit on the Woozy got crack
Left him on his back, left his fucking feet up

[Pre-Chorus]
We just bad motherfuckers
Bad motherfuckers
Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song
Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
So give me that Loc in the tone
Ghetto cowboy stay ready
All night long let ’em mop

[Chorus]
I hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
From my 1979

[Verse 2]
If I get drunk I’ma leave her, pick her up tomorrow
Don’t get behind the wheel if I’m pickin’ up a bottle
Never roll the dice but, yeah I hit the lotto
Swung to the dirt yeah livin’ by the motto
Catfish Billy trappin’ out the Yamaco
Rebel, I’m a rebel like David Allen Coe
Kickin’ in a red pan, cooking that dough
Brenda does your dog bite, no child no
Legends in the fog
Never go back to being broke not at all
Gotta gold plaque up on the studio wall
I had to go back to get it from my Papa, uh
Alabama, Georgia, Tenenssee
A recipe for disaster, put the beat up
Me and the Chevy’s like pastors to Jesus
A haystack, I’m that needle, we just

[Pre-Chorus]
We just bad motherfuckers
Bad motherfuckers
Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song
Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
So give me that Loc in the tone
Ghetto cowboy stay ready
All night long let ’em mop

[Chorus]
I hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
From my 1979 (Box!), 1979 (Box!)
I hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
From my 1979 (From my, from my, from my)

[Outro]
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
1979
Oh, oh

Kevin Abstract – Georgia Lyrics

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
My troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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”

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

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

Roy Woods – Monday To Monday lyrics

[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 pill, 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 pill, 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 (in Georgia)
I make sure shorty feel important (feel important)
Balmains while she’s going shopping
Marilyn 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 drownin’ (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 new mans styll
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 pill, 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 pill, 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
Yorkdale with squaddy (okay)
Saks fifth better spend a bag if you walk in
Ass look melodic, in Toronto with exotic
Like these bitches are from Europe
My girl look like Katie Couric
She got tattoos on her arm
She sings like Adele (okay)
Narcotics for fun (ooh)
Liquors for the pain (yeah)
Don’t believe in love (no, no)
Marriage ain’t her thing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Face, out my face bitch
Am I looking out your way now
Cyatties out the base
But I’m looking for my main girl (main)
I could barely think
I have way too much to say now
Can we take a trip
And fly out to Costa Rica
They wanna be us

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new here
So don’t disrespect me for some new mans styll
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 pill, 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 pill, xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

Crillex Fox – There Was No Christmas At All In The U.S.A. lyrics

Upon the day
Which is the twenty fifth
Never heard any bells ring
Or anyone sing
All I could barely hear is some people argue
Now I know how much difference Bryan Mullins made
There was no Christmas at all
Not in a New York neighborhood
Not in the one down in Georgia
Not even in Seattle
So baby don’t you judge
And say that I’m wrong now, okay?

Even before
December 25th
Never seen a single caroler come at my door
Maybe they all died in a church one summer day
When all the churches were being bombed
There was no Christmas at all
Not in a New York neighborhood
Not in the one down Georgia
Not even in Seattle
So baby don’t you judge
And say that I’m wrong now, okay?

Kip Moore – Guitar Man lyrics

[Verse]
Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down
Stale taste of whiskey, still fresh on my mouth
Hot cup of coffee, smoke in my hand
Another day in the life of the guitar man
La de da

[Chorus]
Well last night was a good night as I reached in my jeans
Crumpled up ones, a few tens in between
And a red head named Annie, she’s still fast asleep
Made me make her a promise, she knows I can’t keep
La de da

[Verse 2]
Time to fire up that two tone bucket of rust
Throw my amp and my case in the back of my truck
Breathing my freedom, windows rolled down
Forty-six miles till the next nameless town
La de da

[Chorus]
Well, the place is still empty when I walk in the door
Stench from the beer, spilling up through the floor
Give a nod to sweet Lisa, she mixes the drinks
Life’s been hard on her, but she’s been good to me
La de da

[Verse 3]
Off in the shadows
Stands a stool and a stage
Where many souls before me were put on display
I take one last breath, time to pay some more dues
That won’t add up to nothing but tips and cheap booze

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, the fruits of my labor is when the crowd sings along
Nothing short of a savior, I go home alone
I’m an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand
I’ll getcha high, I’ll getcha low
I’m the guitar man

[Chorus]
Well they’ll ask for more love songs and I’ll play with a smile
To help them hold on or forget for a while
They can fill up that jukebox with a week’s worth of pay
But it can’t feel their happy and it can’t feel their pain

[Verse 4]
No drums, no pianos, no sweet harmonies
It’s all in a song and it’s all on me
Won’t find nothing fancy I’m a tired one man band
I’m the picking and grinning guitar man

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah the fruits of my labor’s when the crowd sings along
Nothing short of a savior, I go home alone
I’m an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand
I’ll getcha high, I’ll getcha low, I’m the guitar man yeah

[Chorus]
Well I had me a pretty baby, thought she was the one
But she soon grew tired, this love on the run
Said she felt second, told me I had to choose
She’s back in Georgia and I’m here with you

The end of the night, we’ll all be best friends
Then strangers till I roll through town again
I’ll yell out hey Lisa something cold in a can
One for the road for the guitar man

[Chorus]
Yeah the fruits of my labor’s when the crowd sings along
Nothing short of a savior still I go home alone
I’m an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand
I’ll getcha high, I’ll getcha low, I’m the guitar man yeah
I’ll play em fast, I’ll play em slow, I’m the guitar man
Yeah

Kip Moore – I’ve Been Around lyrics

[Verse]
LA backstage, drinked a little Kool-Aid
Smoked a cigarette with Slash
I flew to Rome had coffee with the Pope
Talked about Johnny Cash
I’ve hung out with supermodels
Drank wine from thousand dollar bottles

[Chorus]
Well I’ve been a lot of places
Kissed a lot of faces, every city, every town
Kinda like the wind, ask me where I’ve been
I’ll tell you that I’ve been around
Yeah, I’ll tell you that I’ve been around

[Verse 2]
Name tag Alice diner down in Dallas
Hottest cup of coffee around
She shakes that apron brings me maple bacon
Every time I come to town
Now I met sweet Hannah Dauphin, Alabama
Riding as the peanut queen
The way that sash draped around her ass
Was the cutest thing I’d ever seen
I’ve been covered up in peaches
Down home Georgia’s dirty beaches

[Chorus]
Well I’ve been a lot of places
Kissed a lot of faces, every city, every town
Kinda like the wind ask me where I’ve been
I’ll tell you that I’ve been around
Yeah, I’ll tell you that I’ve been around

[Bridge]
Well I come from Georgia, ninety miles from Florida left there when I turned eighteen
Mama asked “Son when you coming back” but there’s still you’ve got a lot to see
So I’ll spend nights at the Crowne Plaza
But I’ll feel right at home at the Ramada

Yeah baby hah

[Chorus]
Well I’ve been a lot of places
Kissed a lot of faces, every city, every town
Kinda like the wind ask me where I’ve been I’ll tell you that I’ve been around
Yeah, I’ll tell you that I’ve been around
Yeah, I’ll tell you that I’ve been around

Jason Maxwell – Letters To Georgia lyrics

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Signing my love down on paper for ya
Girl ya know I can wait for the rest of my life to live with you

Staring at the ceiling
Can’t shake the feeling
That your thoughts have forgot about me

I’m looking at your picture
Wishing I was with ya
From the start you had my heart

Whenever we’re apart you can find me

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Signing my love down on paper for ya
Girl ya know I can’t wait for the rest of my life to live with you

Being apart really drives me crazy
Every time you’re calling me “baby”

I fall in love with the way
You make me feel like I can do

A little bit better, letter by letter

So I hope you read between the lines
Get some rest from running thru my mind
Oh you just like to remind me (woah)

So baby tell me with a selfie of

The waves in your hair, the way that you stare
You don’t know that your glow takes my breath away
On any given day you can find me

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Signing my love down on paper for ya
Girl ya know I can’t wait for the rest of my life to live with you

Being apart really drives me crazy
Every time you’re calling me “baby”

I fall in love with the way
You make me feel like I can do

A little bit better, letter by letter
Oh a little bit better baby, letter by letter

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Girl ya know I can’t wait for the
Day we close the distance
You’re exactly what I’m missing

Being apart really drives me crazy
Every time you’re calling me “baby”

I fall in love with the way
You make me feel like I can do

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Oh oh oh oh
Getting closer by the day
Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Oh oh oh oh
Got a few more on the way
I’m gonna love you any way
Letter by letter

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)

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

Slim Jxmmi – Juggling Biddies (feat. Riff 3x) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Sremmlife!
Man, I’m fucked up see me muthafucka’
Slim Jxmmi!

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission of the day – slay a bitch
I’m getting to the bank, can’t fake that shit
I don’t even keep a wallet ‘cause the cake don’t fit (woo)
Man the hate don’t quit (woo), so I ain’t gon’ quit (never)
All my niggas want to win, we’ll take that shit
Don’t know what the record is, but we gon’ break that shit (huh?)
And we don’t need no fuckin’ break we stay awake for that grip, yeah
We stay awake and go get it (go get it)
Uh, I gotta shine on these bitches
I’ma prolly get the SL lifted (get it lifted)
‘Cause I don’t think the 24’s gon’ fit it (shh)
My double cup dizzy (shh)
I’m pro with the ticket (shh)
Imagine a line I got these girls in here strippin’ (take it off)
ATL, Georgia we in the muthafuckin’ city (wassup)
VIP flooded we in it big with Zaytiggy (Zaytiggy)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh, woo)

[Verse 2: Riff 3x]
Woke up early on some gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
Told my bitch to bend it over and take the dick (take the dick)
Gotta get it by all means, that’s why I chase them nigs
Cigarillo full of kush (woo), and I look like a light
Keep it fresh like a mint when I ride behind tint
I used to dream about ballin’, now I swish on you hoes
I went and got me a bag (woo, woo) and draped my body in gold
Sold my soul to a pot ‘cause I’m re-rockin’ them Os
I stay down and committed, that’s why I die by the pennies
I been hustlin’ all night (ugh), tryna get me a milli
Got the people strappin’ all time when you be dealin’ (yeah)
‘Cause niggas get in they feelings (woo)
When they ain’t ’bout they business (that right)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LUKE BRYAN – 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

[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

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

James Taylor – Copperline

Even the old folks never knew
Why they call it like they do
I was wondering since the age of two
Down on Copperline
Copper head, copper beech
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o’Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline
We were down on Copperline

One Summer night on the Copperline
Slip away past supper time
Wood smoke and moonshine
Down on Copperline
One time I saw my daddy dance
Watched him moving like a man in a trance
He brought it back from the war in France
Down onto Copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline

First kiss ever I took
Like a page from a romance book
The sky opened and the earth shook
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline
Took a fall from a windy height
I only knew how to hold on tight
And pray for love enough to last all night
Down on Copperline
Day breaks and the boys wakes up
And the dog barks and the birds sings
And the sap rises and the angels sigh, yeah

I tried to go back, as if I could
All spec house and plywood
Tore up and tore up good
Down on Copperline
It doesn’t come as a surprise to me
It doesn’t touch my memory
Man I’m lifting up and rising free
Down on over Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
I’m only living for the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline, yeah
Take me down on Copperline
Oh, down on Copperline
Take me down on Copperline

Nichole Nordeman – Every Mile Mattered (Every Mile Mattered Album)

[Verse 1]
Spread the map on the table, with the coffee stain
Put your finger on the places, show me where you’ve been
Is that California, where your teardrops dried?
You drew a circle around Georgia, can you tell me why?

[Pre-Chorus]
I see shoulda beens, coulda beens
Written all over your face
Wrong turns and bridges burned
Things you wanna change

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
Yeah, it’s history
And every mile mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered

[Verse 2]
Get the box off the top shelf, with the black and white
Snapshots of your old self, in a better light
Ghosts and regrets back again, I can see it in your eyes
Send them home, let ’em go
Don’t you think it’s time? Yeah

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered

[Bridge]
And every road and every bend
Every bruise and bitter end
All you squandered, all you spent
It mattered, it mattered
Mercy always finds a way
To wrap your blisters up in grace
And every highway you’d erase
It mattered, it mattered

[Chorus 2]
But it’s history
It don’t define you
You’re free to leave
It all behind you
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered!
Every mile mattered!