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