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  • Josh Gracin – Me A Girl And A Radio lyrics

    [Verse]
    Sky full of stars, gas in the car
    Sun shining in the shot gun seat
    Me and the FM, she’s got us dialed in
    Pacific city I was 17,
    With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey,
    Little summer night symphany
    When the DJ lit up the air waves
    We were dancing baby 1 2 3

    [Chorus]
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
    But me, a girl and a radio
    No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
    Me, a girl and a radio
    Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
    Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
    But me, a girl and a radio

    [Verse]
    Well I got one life, and it feels right
    With you standin’ next to me
    And all we’ve been through, it’s always been you
    Aus2 E
    Thick and thin since 17
    With the top down, turn it on, turn it up, hey
    Little summer night symphany
    And when the DJ lit up the airwaves,
    We were dancing baby 1 2 3

    [Chorus]
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
    But me, a girl and a radio
    No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
    Me, a girl and a radio
    Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
    Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
    But me, a girl and a radio

    [Bridge]
    A boy don’t need more than this
    Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss
    A boy don’t need more than this
    Than a sing a long song and an all night kiss

    [Chorus]
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin’
    But me, a girl and a radio
    No it ain’t compicated it’s what we make it,
    Me, a girl and a radio
    Takin’ it fast, takin’ it slow,
    Takin’ her anywhere we want to go
    Out here in the country, don’t need nothin
    But me, a girl and a radio


  • Lil Uzi Vert – Rich Forever Leaked lyrics

    [Intro]
    Make it rain and I leave it there
    I don’t ever clean the mess up
    Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
    So dark, can’t see in there
    Still took a bitch to eat in there
    She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
    New coupe can fit three in there
    Woo, woo
    Woo, woo
    Woo, woo
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
    Woo, woo
    Woo, woo
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

    [Verse]
    I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer
    Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
    I got a chopper could clear whole arenas
    I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
    I let that lil’ bitch just hold on my Nina
    You know I stay, don’t have to get my cheese up
    I remember that bitch wasn’t a speaker
    Now I’m the only thing come out her speakers
    These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
    I get the cake like I work for Denise’s
    Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
    These soft ass niggas can’t f*ck with the demon
    You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin’
    I got the Glock and my laser is beamin’
    These niggas borin’, tell me when they’re leavin’
    Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin’
    These niggas old yeah their hairlines recedin’
    Go get the money, blue checks I’m receivin’
    Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
    I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
    She on her knees and she beg for the semen
    Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I’m dreamin’
    Bitch out my way, at the top, you can’t glo me
    Did everything so it’s nothin’ you can show me
    I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
    I’ma just pass you just right to my homie
    I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
    Take the safety off and blast my opponent
    These rappers pitiful, also my children too
    I don’t know why they’re always actin’ bogus
    One of my youngest children just went platinum
    Startin’ to think he better than my oldest
    Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
    Made three million off my shoulders
    Drippin’, drownin’ in the water, yeah
    Got more money than your father, yeah
    So that means you’re my daughter (daughter)
    Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
    Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up)
    Sawed-off getting taught (bow)
    Stomach shot, get your core (core)
    Went 2Pac, watch the door
    2Pac, that’s Shakur
    Nigga better watch his whore (yeah)
    I’ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
    He was on life support (‘port)
    But the doctor pulled the cord (cord)
    That’s what happen when we warrin’ (woo)
    1600, leave you snorin’ (woo)
    Counter carbon, that’s a Corbin (woo)
    Blue tips in the FN
    It’s G.E.D. like I’m testin’ (G.E.D.)
    Get every dollar with no dressin’ (yeah)
    They won’t play this on your FM (ayy)
    You a rat, call the PC
    That’s the pest control, not protection
    Tell my bitch, “You his best friend?
    Oh no, bitch you gon’ text him (what?)
    Let him ease in my section
    We gon’ hit him with a message (message)”
    We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
    We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
    All my niggas know is wreck sh*t (wreck sh*t)
    Throw your set, throw your set, bitch
    You keep showin’ me your new bitch
    Boy, you’re f*ckin’ on my ex-bitch
    She with you for a check, bitch
    Gave her racks, diamond necklace
    You can keep it, I got extra (extra)
    No, they can’t out-check us (check us)
    Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
    Niggas tryna be the best us
    Make it rain and I leave it there
    I don’t ever clean the mess up
    Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
    So dark, can’t see in there
    Still took a bitch to eat in there
    She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
    New coupe can fit three in there
    Smoke a blunt, 4 G’s in there
    Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
    Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah)
    VVS’, put my teeth in there (yeah)
    High 20s, you get Cs in there
    Fredericksville, I ain’t leavin’ there
    1600, yeah, I be in there
    Come around, you get whacked here
    Come around, you get wet here (wet)
    Come around, you get checked here (checked here)


  • Maren Morris – My Church

    [Verse 1:]
    I’ve cussed on a Sunday
    I’ve cheated and I’ve lied
    I’ve fallen down from grace
    A few too many times
    But I find holy redemption
    When I put this car in drive
    Roll the windows down and turn up the dial

    [Chorus:]
    Can I get a hallelujah
    Can I get an amen
    Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
    When I play the highway FM
    I find my soul revival
    Singing every single verse
    Yeah I guess that’s my church

    [Verse 2:]
    When Hank brings the sermon
    And Cash leads the choir
    It gets my cold coal heart burning
    Hotter than a ring of fire
    When this wonderful world gets heavy
    And I need to find my escape
    I just keep the wheels rolling, radio scrolling
    Until my sins wash away

    [Chorus:]
    Can I get a hallelujah
    Can I get an amen
    Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
    When I play the highway FM
    I find my soul revival
    Singing every single verse
    Yeah I guess that’s my church

    [Chorus:]
    Can I get a hallelujah
    Can I get an amen
    Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
    When I play the highway FM
    I find my soul revival
    Singing every single verse
    Yeah I guess that’s my church

    [Chorus:]
    Hey, Can I get a hallelujah
    Can I get an amen
    Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya
    When I play the highway FM
    I find my soul revival
    Singing every single verse
    Yeah I guess that’s my church
    Yeah I guess that’s my church
    Yeah I guess that’s my church


  • Kane Brown – Hometown letras

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown
    He remembers all the 3 court sessions
    Giving lessons, never guessing
    We go from dive bars to sold out
    He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
    Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
    Ain’t that what it’s all about
    What it’s all about, yeah

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Wanna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    All the whining through the years
    All the grinding of the gears
    All the passion and the tears
    Man it paid off
    All the places that we see
    All the place that we meet
    It still feels like a dream
    That we’re living off
    It ain’t the laughs and fame
    It ain’t the smoking flames
    It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    (Guitar)

    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
    Come on

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown


  • KANE BROWN – Hometown

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown
    He remembers all the 3 court sessions
    Giving lessons, never guessing
    We go from dive bars to sold out
    He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
    Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
    Ain’t that what it’s all about
    What it’s all about, yeah

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Wanna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    All the whining through the years
    All the grinding of the gears
    All the passion and the tears
    Man it paid off
    All the places that we see
    All the place that we meet
    It still feels like a dream
    That we’re living off
    It ain’t the laughs and fame
    It ain’t the smoking flames
    It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    (Guitar)

    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
    Come on

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown


  • KANE BROWN – Hometown lyrics

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown
    He remembers all the 3 court sessions
    Giving lessons, never guessing
    We go from dive bars to sold out
    He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
    Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
    Ain’t that what it’s all about
    What it’s all about, yeah

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Wanna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    All the whining through the years
    All the grinding of the gears
    All the passion and the tears
    Man it paid off
    All the places that we see
    All the place that we meet
    It still feels like a dream
    That we’re living off
    It ain’t the laughs and fame
    It ain’t the smoking flames
    It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

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    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    (Guitar)

    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
    Come on

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown