Letra

I found this Georgia Peach She suck on that dick for free She swallow that Vitamin D She loving me endlessly Got some niggas who deep in the streets, yeah The real ones they need to be free I was starving, ain't have none to eat Can't contact me hard to be reached Gotta take a defeat to know how to win Its hard to stay down but I stand on all ten I see thru the fake with these real nigga lense I stay in the new shit I set all the trends Take you some notes nigga grab you a pen Shit'n on niggas I might need a pad Told that lil bitch go & take off her pants Real nigga party you cannot get in I-I-I keep on telling the truth I bool with my troops She wanna fuck in the booth I wanna hit like a boot I just got the scoop Pussy be wet like some soup I gotta cop me a coupe I'm not a fool I don't get caught in the loop I gotta watch what I do Niggas be lame they wanna to copy my moves She wanna eat me like a piranha I want that V like Vendetta I want that green like its spinach I want that money forever See thru you niggas like windows You fake&I already know though Ain't stressing I'm taking a trip I bust on your bitch then I dip I found this Georgia Peach She suck on that dick for free She swallow that Vitamin D She loving me endlessly Got some niggas who deep in the streets, yeah The real ones they need to be free I was starving, ain't have none to eat Can't contact me hard to be reached Gotta take a defeat to know how to win Its hard to stay down but I stand on all ten I see thru the fake with these real nigga lense I stay in the new shit I set all the trends Take you some notes nigga grab you a pen Shit'n on niggas I might need a pad Told that lil bitch go & take off her pants Real nigga party you cannot get in Drink'n that Henny & syrup I'm getting fucked up for sure Diamonds be cold just like burr I'm heat'n up just like a fur, (ah) Lil bitty get on my nerves, (huh) Quick to kick her to the curb, (aye) Tell her roll up like a perm, (uh) Throwing that low shit I swerve, (uh) I think I'm misunderstood Ride around all in the hood Making sure my niggas good I'm rolling up me a Backwood Any beef & my niggas ah feast I break on her back I'm a beast I put my kids all on her cheek I put in that work I'm disturbing the peace I found this Georgia Peach She suck on that dick for free She swallow that Vitamin D She loving me endlessly Got some niggas who deep in the streets, (yeah) The real ones they need to be free I was starving, ain't have none to eat Can't contact me hard to be reached Gotta take a defeat to know how to win Its hard to stay down but I stand on all ten I see thru the fake with these real nigga lense I stay in the new shit I set all the trends Take you some notes nigga grab you a pen Shit'n on niggas I might need a pad Told that lil bitch go & take off her pants Real nigga party you cannot get in
Writer(s): David Wise, Willie Fryson Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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