Peaches Remix – Justin Bieber

Peaches Remix – Justin Bieber

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 Justin Bieber - "Peaches" (Remix) featuring Ludacris, Usher & Snoop Dogg
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZOU306yv2g
    
 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 you
 Anything just to spoil ya, gift ya', 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 my 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 day
 Sweet as honeydew, watch me kneel right in front of you
 We'll set the world on fire, then have a blunt or two (Woo)
 I got the keys, we can have it on lock
 And I'll lick it 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)
 Usher baby
 Don't be thinkin' that she she mad at you
 She from Decatur so she got 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 westside, 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 this 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 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 (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 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 (Badass bitch)
 I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
 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 (Badass bitch)
 I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
    
    
    

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