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[INTRO] Yea, Rasheeda, So this one right here, Is for all my ladies, We gonna do it like this, We gonna dedicated this one to fellas, Why'all know how we like it, Put your mouth to work, Ladies, check this out [CHORUS] Wassup baby? you scared? Put my hands on the back of your head And keep it there, don't stop Lick it up til the very last drop And go down, (downnnnn) Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach? Go down, (downnn) Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach? [VERSE 1] First thangs first, I sheeda Fuck around with no man who wount eat her I don't need em, ain't tryin to see em Yo mommy, daddy, them, ain't tryin to meet em Halmark cards, ain't tryin to read em Yea I can cook, but I ain't tryin to feed him Nothing but this vagina, steven Ya dick little, need ya tongue to make it even Slow down, stop speeding You 20 something, suppose to been stop teethin Its been 20 mintues, has this nigga stop breathin I know he down there, I ain't even seen him Damn, where he at, there he go I'm a super woman, so I need a lil mo And I ain't nothing like ya hoes I ain't gonna curse you out, imma show you to the door. [CHORUS] Wassup baby? you scared? Put my hands on the back of your head And keep it there, don't stop Lick it up til the very last drop And go down, (downnnnn) Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach? Go down, (downnn) Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach? [VERSE 2] You on the run, gotta federal case? I know a place you can bury your face Yum yum, gone get ya a taste Gotta shake, let it go like mase But ya tongue gotta know how to act From the front all the way to the back Its therapeutic and it helps me relax I got them goodies, boy get you a snack I dare a nigga try to act like he don't want to Hate women, niggas say what he wount do You talkin to a girl standin on her own two If I want to, I can do it with my own two So you gotta work it, do some tongue tricks It takes dedication, I don't cum quick So put ya shoulders in it, catch a neck cramp Cause I gotta have that tongue like a wet stamp [CHORUS] Wassup baby? you scared? Put my hands on the back of your head And keep it there, don't stop Lick it up til the very last drop And go down, (downnnnn) Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach? Go down, (downnn) Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach? [BRIDGE] Where he at, there he go Real girls make them boys get low, ok Where he at, there he go Real girls make them boys get low, ok Where he at, there he go Real girls make them boys get low, get low Where he at, there he go Real girls make them boys get low, get low [CHORUS] Wassup baby? you scared? Put my hands on the back of your head And keep it there, don't stop Lick it up til the very last drop And go down, (downnnnn) Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach? Go down, (downnn) Don't you want to taste of this georgia peach?
Writer(s): Jasper Tremaine Cameron, Zak Wallace, Rasheeda Frosh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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