Peaches Remix

I get my peaches out in Georgia, yea that shit
I get my weed in California, yea that shit
We in Miami she love Florida
She said she wanna have my daughter
She fell in love with a beamer told her ride shotgun
This a red seater baby you know I'm not them

Tell em niggas go and keep up
Don't sleep up, they know that i be the reaper
Its deeper then all the shit they be saying
Tell em niggas i Don't be playing
Tell em niggas i need good vibes
Ain't no bringing no negativity all up around me
Ain't flourishing out wit niggas who would eat without me
They could go say what they want cause they the ones that doubt me
They keep saying you a singing nigga, prolly sweeter then juice
He Aint really killing niggas, he be all in the booth
Fuck all that they thinking nigga, go and get it confused
We gone catch him slipping nigga, now he all on the news
Cause I'm hood
Holding it down on the block, wish they would
Try to take me out my spot and I'm good
I got nineteen in the glock so dont doubt me I'm gone ride baby

I get my peaches out in Georgia, yea that shit
I get my weed in California, yea that shit
We in Miami she love Florida
She said she wanna have my daughter
She fell in love with a beamer told her ride shotgun
This a red seater baby you know im not them

She use to be the sweetest girl
Till she got broken now she moving like the meanest girl
No you Aint gotta tell me, could tell by your demeanor girl
Know we could talk about it but you rather get even girl
Tell me who you playing wit
Cause i am not the same niggas you be use to
You be fucking on them lame niggas and they use you
You be tryna run the game on me when the fool you

I get my peaches out in Georgia, yea that shit
I get my weed in California, yea that shit
We in Miami she love Florida
She said she wanna have my daughter
She fell in love with a beamer told her ride shotgun
This a red seater baby you know im not them



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Writer(s): Eduardo Vivas
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