Peaches (Remix)
 作词 : Justin Bieber/Andrew Wotman/Ashton Simmonds/Giveon Dezmann Evans/Bernard Harvey/Luis Manuel Martinez Jr/Louis Bell/Felisha King/Matthew Sean Leon/Keavan Yazdani/Aaron Simmonds/Christopher Bridges/Usher Raymond IV/Calvin Broadus
 作曲 : Justin Bieber/Andrew Wotman/Ashton Simmonds/Giveon Dezmann Evans/Bernard Harvey/Luis Manuel Martinez Jr/Louis Bell/Felisha King/Matthew Sean Leon/Keavan Yazdani/Aaron Simmonds/Christopher Bridges/Usher Raymond IV/Calvin Broadus
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
S*x ya' like you never been s*xed
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'ma make you my missus
All these candy-coated kisses you my strawberry shortcake
That a*s'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'll lick you like ice cream with a cherry on top
And I say oh
Oh
The way I breathe you in
In
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you baby
And never let you go oh
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 s**t
I get my w**d from California
That's that s**t
I took my chick up to the North yeah
Badass b***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 her momma went to Freaknik
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 ooh-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
Give her what she need
Bought her a condo 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 s**t
I get my w**d from California
That's that s**t
I took my chick up to the North yeah
Badass b***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 on they face
Blame it on Dogg I did it again
Whole VIP smellin' like it's Christmas you don't wanna miss this
California w**d on ten this hits different
I'm like "JB where you been"
This a knockout nothin' but the heavyweight
Everywhere I go California w**d 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
Legalization
I got a passion I'm leadin' the nation
Haters be hatin' a lot but all the Dogg got
Is a lot of money w**d and patience
I got my peaches out in Georgia
Oh yeah s**t
I get my w**d from California
That's that s**t
I took my chick up to the North yeah
Badass b***h
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it
I got my peaches out in Georgia
Oh yeah s**t
I get my w**d from California
That's that s**t
I took my chick up to the North yeah
Badass b***h
I get my light right from the source yeah
Yeah that's it