Georgia Peaches

Yeah, ayy (Doo-doo-doo, doo, doo-doo-doo)
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da
Yeah
That girl bad but she got secrets
She conceited but got reasons
She gon' tear your heart to pieces
Pussy taste like Georgia peaches
Delight in the afternoon
Me, you, and your Majiin Buu
Sliding back on my bamboo
Making your big screen debut (Ayy)
Ayy, and Lord knows I love Scorpios
Call me Macaroni Tony, not Antonio
Tryna lick you down the middle like a Oreo
If it's mine, then it's mine, I'm territorial
She say it's no love on the Southside
You don't trust nobody, maybe that's why
She told me all she needed was the right guy
But she don't see herself in my life
And you just wanna dance 'til the night end
Tryna bounce back like a rubber band
Take a couple pics for your Instagram
Hoping that you can forget about that other man
Baby, we can take a trip to the West Inns
You can be my buddy, be my best friend
We can make love on the dry land
Wash our sins in the waves of the island

Ayy, and I ain't really in a rush
But I know your love is a must, girl
And you ain't gotta say too much
'Cause the look in your eyes just gives you up
And who gon' make love to you like me?
You know I love that sugar honey iced tea
You be telling all your friends you don't like me
But I be knocking down ya walls fortnightly
Girl, don't act like it's just me
In love all alone
Ayy, ayy
Ooh, you got me in the dark
Tell me what's going on
But you'd much rather dance
And you just wanna dance 'til the night end
Tryna bounce back like a rubber band
Take a couple pics for your Instagram
Hoping that you can forget about that other man
Baby, we can take a trip to the West Inns
You can be my buddy, be my best friend
We can make love on the dry land
Wash our sins in the waves of the island