Peaches

She Don't Wanna Tell Her Manz
Who the Bitch fucking with
She Wanna show Me her Dance
I say Maybe Lil bit

She Say she want better Friends
So I made her my Bitch
Pull up and we and we hit the Drank
I'm talking bout Lean

I heard they got Dessert
Cause she out the Skirt
The Blunt had me Taken off
From the Sky to the Dirt

Life ain't no Marathon
Doesn't Go On and On
Shooters calling me Deadeyed
They don't know where I'm From

Woah
Hit it from the back
That's her motherfucking ass
She say I didn't lack
All you niggas had to ask

Sorry I that I ain't made u wet
Fourth letter of the Alphabet
Purple emoji, my medicine
Sip it and then I get a grin

I cannot summon the demon under my bed
Smoke on the keef,Trees All over my head
Dont Sleep on me Nigga, bitch I ain't go say what you said
Peaches, shawty she got,that Mamacita

She Don't Wanna Tell Her Manz
Who the Bitch fucking with
She Wanna show Me her Dance
I say Maybe Lil bit

She Say she want better Friends
So I made her my Bitch
Pull up and we and we hit the Drank
I'm talking bout Lean



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Writer(s): Sean Penn
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