Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peaches, artist - Justin Bieber. Date of issue: 06.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Peaches |
| I get my peaches out in Georgia |
| Apple Bottom from New York, orange in Florida |
| Vitamin C mixed with this vitamin D, now you got vitamin me |
| And your prescriptions fill more than them trees in California |
| I'm always gon' adore ya, kiss you and caress ya |
| Anything just to spoil ya, gift you, protect ya |
| Sex ya like you never been sexed |
| Got your legs shakin' like the Go-Go Challenge, so (Who's next?) |
| Crushed grapes in Mauritius |
| Girl, you my flavor of love, you so delicious |
| I'ma make you my missus |
| All these candy-coated kisses, you my strawberry shortcake |
| That ass'll make me catch a charge and miss the court date |
| Sweet as honeydew, watch me kneel right in front of you |
| We'll set the world on fire, then light a blunt or two (Woo) |
| I got the keys, we can have it on lock |
| And I'll lick you like ice cream with a cherry on top (Luda) |
| 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 (Yeah) |
| 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 (Mmm, oh; badass bitch) |
| I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, listen; yeah, that's it) |
| Usher baby |
| Don't be thinkin' that she mad at you |
| She from Decatur so she got a little attitude (Yeah) |
| She do what she wanna do (Uh) |
| Wonder where she learned to bounce that booty |
| What's her secret? |
| I bet her mama went to Freaknik |
| I bought a flight, I need her with me (Yeah) |
| On the west side, she'll be here tonight (Yeah, uh) |
| She from Atlanta, she smoke, we call that a peach tree, ooh-wee |
| I got my peach from out of Georgia |
| Only one that understands me |
| Only one know how that lifestyle can be |
| Always meet me in the middle |
| Circle of trust, she in the center |
| Give her what she need |
| Bought her a condo on the Upper East |
| Big Apple, but I love that peach |
| So ripe, and he right, I |
| 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) |
| Land of the tree, home is the base (Home is the base) |
| Kush in my woods, smokin' with grace (Smokin' with grace) |
| Pass it around and give 'em a taste |
| And you can tell that it's fire by the look on they face |
| Blame it on Dogg, I did it again (I did it again) |
| Whole VIP smellin' like it's Christmas |
| You don't wanna miss this |
| California weed on ten, this hits different |
| I'm like, "JB, where you been?" |
| This a knockout, nothin' but the heavyweight |
| Everywhere I go, California weed, state to state |
| You know I got it on me, finest only |
| I'm in the buildin' |
| I make a phone call to all my out of town homies |
| I'm the ambassador of legalization (Legalization) |
| I got a passion, I'm leadin' the nation |
| Haters be hatin' a lot, but all the Dogg got |
| Is a lot of money, weed, and patience |
| 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 (Yeah, that's it) |