Justin Bieber - Peaches (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Justin Bieber - Peaches (en) Lyrics
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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)
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 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 get my light right from the source,
yeah, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
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