Peaches (Remix) Lyrics – Justin Bieber | Ludacris, Usher & Snoop Dogg
Peaches (Remix) Lyrics
I get my peaches out in georgia, Apple bottom from new york, Orange in florida, Vitamin c mixed with this vitamin d, Now you got vitamin me, And your prescriptions fill, More than them trees in california.
I’m always gon’ adore ya’, Kiss you and caress you, Anything just to spoil ya, Gift ya’ protect ya, Sex ya’ like you never been sexed, Got your legs shakin’, Like the go go challenge, So who’s next.
Crushed grapes in my mauritius, Girl you my flavor of love you, So delicious, I’m ma make you my missus, All these candy coated kisses, You my strawberry shortcake, That ass’ll make me catch a charge, And miss the court day, Sweet as honeydew watch me, Kneel right in front of you, We’ll set the world on fire, Then light a blunt or two, I got the keys we can have it on lock, And i lick it like ice-cream, With a cherry on top.
And i say ohh ohhhh., The way i breathe you in, It’s the texture of your skin, I wanna wrap my arms around you baby, And never let you go ohh.
And i say oh, There’s nothing like your touch, It’s the way you lift me up.
Yeah , And i’ll be right here with you, ‘Til the end of time.
I got my peaches out in georgia, Oh yeah shit, I get my wee* from california, That’s that shit, I took my chick up to the north, Yeah badass bit*h, I get my light right from, The source yeah yeah that’s it.
Don’t make me think she mad at you, She from decatur so she got little attitude, She do what she wanna do, Wonder where she learn to bounce that booty, What’s her secret i bet i’m on my way to freak it, I bought a flight i need her with me, On the westside she’ll be here tonight.
She from atlanta she smoke, We call that a peach tree oooh we, I got my peach from out of georgia.
Only one that understands me, Only one know how this lifestyle can be, Always meet me in the middle, Circle of trust she in the center.
Even when she did it, But i on the upper east, Big apple but, I love that peach, So ripe and a bright eye.
I got my peaches out in georgia, Oh yeah shit, I get my weed from california, That’s that shit, I took my chick up to the north, Yeah badass bit*h, I get my light right from, The source yeah yeah that’s it.
Land of the tree, Home is the base.., Kush in my woods, Smokin’ with grace.., Pass it around, And give them a taste, And you can tell that, It’s fire by the look, Of they face.
Blame it on dogg, I did it again, I did it again, Whole vip smelling, Like it’s christmas, You don’t wanna miss this, California weed on ten, This hits different, I’m like jb where you been.
This a knockout nothin’, But the heavy-weight, Everywhere i go, California wee* state to state, You know i got it on me finest only.
I’m in the buildin’, I make a phone call to all my out, Of town homies, I’m the ambassador of legalization.
I got a passion, I’m leading the nation, Haters be hating a lot, But all the dogg got, Is a lot of money wee** and patience.
I got my peaches out in georgia, Oh yeah shit, I get my weed from california, That’s that shit, I took my chick up to the north, Yeah badass bit*h, I get my light right from, The source yeah yeah that’s it.
I got my peaches out in georgia, Oh yeah shit, I get my weed from california, That’s that shit, I took my chick up to the north, Yeah badass bit*h, I get my light right from, The source yeah yeah that’s it.
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