Peach (feat. City Girls)
(Wheezy outta here) yeah, yeah, fuck it up, yeah, look, uh
Said he's got the watch, flood it up
Cuban link, bust it up (ayy)
You all know to fuck it up (ayy, ayy)
Look (ayy, ayy)
Everythin' that a nigga got, got it out the dirt (I did)
Like a rose in the concrete, I blossomed out the curb (ayy)
Remember girls used to curve me, man, them bitches had some nerve
Ain't no nigga out here fuckin' with me, far as I'm concerned
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right
You get to dancin' in the mirror, you want some shit that get you hype
Gave a couple niggas chances, they ain't never get it right
Told your girl to leave them lames alone, so take your own advice
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right
Girl, you bad and you workin' so you every nigga's type
Girl, you lit in real life, you don't need a lot of likes
And I know if looks could kill, you doin' 25 to life, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself
Break them handcuffs, forget your man, move somethin'
If he ask you what you doin', say, "Ooh, nothin'"
I said all you know is bustin' (braah), all you know is thuggin' (ayy)
All you know is hustle, you been workin' more than clubbin' (ayy)
Movin' underground, young Harriet Tubman (ohh)
All you make is money, you let bitches make assumptions (ayy)
Now your girl is feelin' hype because she know that this your song (yeah)
My dawg said you ain't no freak, you about to prove him wrong (you are)
Got an ass like a horse (oh), old MacDonald had a farm
And I know I drive you crazy, but I never steer you wrong (ayy)
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right
You get to dancin' in the mirror, you want some shit that get you hype
Gave a couple niggas chances, they ain't never get it right
Told your girl to leave them lames alone, now take your own advice (Wheezy outta here)
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right (oh)
Girl, you bad and you workin' so you every nigga's type
Girl, you lit in real life, you don't need a lot of likes
And I know if looks could kill, you doin' 25 to life, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself
Break them handcuffs, forget your man, move somethin'
If he ask you what you doin', say, "Ooh, nothin'"
Let that ass hang out, bitch (ayy)
All up out the window, screamin', ow, bitch (ow)
Sneak dissin' so I turned into an owl, bitch
Screamin', "Who? Who finna do what to who?" Not you (bitch)
In the Bentley truck, I need room (yup)
My perfume is Chanel, you assume my next move (hah)
You was off, no, not close
I could buy me a Ghost (skrrt)
I just might do the most
Came from nothin' so I post (period)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy)
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right
You get to dancin' in the mirror, you want some shit that get you hype
Gave a couple niggas chances, they ain't never get it right
Told your girl to leave them lames alone, now take your own advice
You got a peach (peach), ass (peachy), shit be lookin' right
Girl, you bad and you workin' so you every nigga's type
Girl, you lit in real life, you don't need a lot of likes
And I know if looks could kill, you doin' 25 to life, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself
Break them handcuffs, forget your man, move somethin'
If he ask you what you doin', say, "Ooh, nothin'"
(Ooh, this that DJ Swagger)
Said he's got the watch, flood it up
Cuban link, bust it up (ayy)
You all know to fuck it up (ayy, ayy)
Look (ayy, ayy)
Everythin' that a nigga got, got it out the dirt (I did)
Like a rose in the concrete, I blossomed out the curb (ayy)
Remember girls used to curve me, man, them bitches had some nerve
Ain't no nigga out here fuckin' with me, far as I'm concerned
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right
You get to dancin' in the mirror, you want some shit that get you hype
Gave a couple niggas chances, they ain't never get it right
Told your girl to leave them lames alone, so take your own advice
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right
Girl, you bad and you workin' so you every nigga's type
Girl, you lit in real life, you don't need a lot of likes
And I know if looks could kill, you doin' 25 to life, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself
Break them handcuffs, forget your man, move somethin'
If he ask you what you doin', say, "Ooh, nothin'"
I said all you know is bustin' (braah), all you know is thuggin' (ayy)
All you know is hustle, you been workin' more than clubbin' (ayy)
Movin' underground, young Harriet Tubman (ohh)
All you make is money, you let bitches make assumptions (ayy)
Now your girl is feelin' hype because she know that this your song (yeah)
My dawg said you ain't no freak, you about to prove him wrong (you are)
Got an ass like a horse (oh), old MacDonald had a farm
And I know I drive you crazy, but I never steer you wrong (ayy)
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right
You get to dancin' in the mirror, you want some shit that get you hype
Gave a couple niggas chances, they ain't never get it right
Told your girl to leave them lames alone, now take your own advice (Wheezy outta here)
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right (oh)
Girl, you bad and you workin' so you every nigga's type
Girl, you lit in real life, you don't need a lot of likes
And I know if looks could kill, you doin' 25 to life, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself
Break them handcuffs, forget your man, move somethin'
If he ask you what you doin', say, "Ooh, nothin'"
Let that ass hang out, bitch (ayy)
All up out the window, screamin', ow, bitch (ow)
Sneak dissin' so I turned into an owl, bitch
Screamin', "Who? Who finna do what to who?" Not you (bitch)
In the Bentley truck, I need room (yup)
My perfume is Chanel, you assume my next move (hah)
You was off, no, not close
I could buy me a Ghost (skrrt)
I just might do the most
Came from nothin' so I post (period)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy)
You got a peach (peach), ass (ass), shit be lookin' right
You get to dancin' in the mirror, you want some shit that get you hype
Gave a couple niggas chances, they ain't never get it right
Told your girl to leave them lames alone, now take your own advice
You got a peach (peach), ass (peachy), shit be lookin' right
Girl, you bad and you workin' so you every nigga's type
Girl, you lit in real life, you don't need a lot of likes
And I know if looks could kill, you doin' 25 to life, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself
Break them handcuffs, forget your man, move somethin'
If he ask you what you doin', say, "Ooh, nothin'"
(Ooh, this that DJ Swagger)
Credits
Writer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell L. Williams, Michael Tyler, Wesley Tyler Glass, Jordan Thorpe, Caresha Brownlee
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