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 (Bad ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
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
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, shit)
I get my weed from California (That’s that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
You ain't sure yet. But I'm for ya
All I can want, all I can wish for
Nights alone that we miss more
And days we save as souvenirs
There’s no time, I wanna make more time
And give you my whole life
I left my girl, I’m in my yorker
Hate to leave her,call it torture
Remember when I couldn’t hold her
Left the baggage for a mover
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 bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
I get the feeling, so I’m sure (Sure)
Hand in my hand because I’m yours
I can’t, I can’t pretend, I can’t ignore you’re right for me
Don’t think you wanna know just where I’ve been, oh
don' be distracted
The one I need is right in my arms (Oh)
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
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 weed from California (That’s that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
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 bitch)
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 bitch)
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 bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
🎵
LRC歌词版本
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 (Bad ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
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
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, shit)
I get my weed from California (That’s that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
You ain't sure yet. But I'm for ya
All I can want, all I can wish for
Nights alone that we miss more
And days we save as souvenirs
There’s no time, I wanna make more time
And give you my whole life
I left my girl, I’m in my yorker
Hate to leave her,call it torture
Remember when I couldn’t hold her
Left the baggage for a mover
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 bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
I get the feeling, so I’m sure (Sure)
Hand in my hand because I’m yours
I can’t, I can’t pretend, I can’t ignore you’re right for me
Don’t think you wanna know just where I’ve been, oh
don' be distracted
The one I need is right in my arms (Oh)
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
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 weed from California (That’s that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
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 bitch)
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 bitch)
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 bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
📝
纯歌词版本
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 (Bad ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
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
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, shit)
I get my weed from California (That’s that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
You ain't sure yet. But I'm for ya
All I can want, all I can wish for
Nights alone that we miss more
And days we save as souvenirs
There’s no time, I wanna make more time
And give you my whole life
I left my girl, I’m in my yorker
Hate to leave her,call it torture
Remember when I couldn’t hold her
Left the baggage for a mover
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 bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
I get the feeling, so I’m sure (Sure)
Hand in my hand because I’m yours
I can’t, I can’t pretend, I can’t ignore you’re right for me
Don’t think you wanna know just where I’ve been, oh
don' be distracted
The one I need is right in my arms (Oh)
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
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 weed from California (That’s that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
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 bitch)
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 bitch)
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 bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
🎵
LRC歌词版本
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 (Bad ass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
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
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, shit)
I get my weed from California (That’s that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
You ain't sure yet. But I'm for ya
All I can want, all I can wish for
Nights alone that we miss more
And days we save as souvenirs
There’s no time, I wanna make more time
And give you my whole life
I left my girl, I’m in my yorker
Hate to leave her,call it torture
Remember when I couldn’t hold her
Left the baggage for a mover
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 bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)
I get the feeling, so I’m sure (Sure)
Hand in my hand because I’m yours
I can’t, I can’t pretend, I can’t ignore you’re right for me
Don’t think you wanna know just where I’ve been, oh
don' be distracted
The one I need is right in my arms (Oh)
Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine
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 weed from California (That’s that shit)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
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 bitch)
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 bitch)
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 bitch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that’s it)