| Woo, haha, welcome to the ATL |
| We roam a lil' different down here, y’all, ha |
| We talkin' 'bout them Georgia peaches |
| We got my man, Anthony David |
| Featurin' Slick, y’all |
| This one fo' the ladies |
| If you like it, I love it, holla, y’all |
| This one’s fo' the hometown |
| Talkin' bout my Auburn Avenue angel |
| Walkin' down Peach Street, spider swatch shook up |
| Talkin' 'bout my sweet Vidalia onion from the country |
| Home cookin', eatin' thick sister |
| If you’ve never cruised through the AUC |
| On a hot summer day, then ya missin' out, mister |
| Better watch ya mouth, when ya talkin' 'bout them Georgia girls |
| 'Fore ya catch one, dead in the kisser, I’m tellin' ya |
| Ain’t no woman like a Georgia peach |
| From the Alabama border to Savannah beach |
| If you peep the way she walk down the southern streets |
| I bet ya sure gon' fall in love |
| I said ain’t no woman like a Georgia peach |
| From the Alabama border to Savannah beach |
| If you peep the way she talk that country speech |
| I bet ya sure gon' fall in love |
| I want a Ben Hill shawty, a Bankhead shawty |
| A ATL shawty, make me feel kinda naughty |
| Shake her from the trees and let her fall from the sky |
| Boy I love them Georgia peaches 'til the day that I die |
| I like 'em Ben Hill bred, cornbread fed |
| Thick lip, thick thighs, hairy leg |
| She gots to make me holla every time she walk |
| Spit game and hit licks in that sexy talk |
| Ain’t no woman like a Georgia peach |
| From the Alabama border to Savannah beach |
| If you peep the way she walk down the southern streets |
| I bet ya sure gon' fall in love |
| I said ain’t no woman like a Georgia peach |
| From the Alabama border to Savannah beach |
| If you peep the way she talk that country speech |
| I bet ya sure gon' fall in love |
| I’m talkin' 'bout my mama, my sister, my granny, my cous' |
| She adds a touch a class to everything that she does |
| Or to them ghetto mamas doin' it all by yo’self |
| Keep yo' head up, stay strong, and be proud of yo’self |
| A Coca-Cola bottle shape from the Red Clay |
| I’m a love a Georgia woman 'til my dyin' day |
| She’s my rock, she’s my soul, she’s the air that I breathe |
| My Georgia woman give me all everything that I need |
| I like it, and I like it, and I love it, and I love it |
| And I can’t do, I can’t do, without it, without it |
| Ain’t no woman like a Georgia peach |
| From the Alabama border to Savannah beach |
| If you peep the way she walk down the southern streets |
| I bet ya sure gon' fall in love |
| I said ain’t no woman like a Georgia peach |
| From the Alabama border to Savannah beach |
| If you peep the way she talk that country speech |
| I bet ya sure gon' fall in love |
| Don’t you wanna come to Georgia? Uh, uh, uh |
| Don’t you wanna come to Georgia? Uh, uh, uh |
| Don’t you wanna come to Georgia? Uh, uh, uh |
| Don’t you wanna come to Georgia? Uh, uh, uh |
| Don’t you wanna come to Georgia? Uh, uh, uh |
| Don’t you wanna come to Georgia? Uh, uh, uh |
| Don’t you wanna come to Georgia? Uh, uh, uh |
| Don’t you wanna come to Georgia? Uh, uh, uh |
| Ain’t no woman like a Georgia peach |
| From the Alabama border to Savannah beach |
| If you peep the way she walk down the southern streets |
| I bet ya sure gon' fall in love |
| I said ain’t no woman like a Georgia peach |
| From the Alabama border to Savannah beach |
| If you peep the way she talk that country speech |
| I bet ya sure gon' fall in love |