I got my peaches out in Georgia
I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, sh#t)
I get my weed from California (that’s that sh#t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass b#tch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that’s it)
And I see you (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 ’till the end
I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, sh#t)
I get my weed from California (that’s that sh#t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass b#tch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that’s it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia
I got my peaches out in Georgia
I got my peaches out in Georgia
I got my peaches out in Georgia
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