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(feat. Lloyd Banks) [Lloyd Banks:] Ya'll know who this is Lloyd Banks Novel G Unit Lloyd Banks Novel GGGG G Unit [Verse 1: Novel] Watermelons, Coconuts Red squeezed juice drippin' nigga what what? What I got to for a nigga like me to touch ya? Body bangin' from head to toe she ain't blush much Got me so small got her toes done Cherry Red, Cinnamon she like no one I ever met before Didn't sweat me no [Chorus: Novel] I need peach fuzz Especially sweet not sour You see her on the streets doin' something to me I need peach fuzz Letras de cancionesI need peach fuzz Especially sweet not sour You see her on the streets doin' something to me [Verse 2: Novel] Yeah peach fuzz no steel rubbin' on the hairs of my chinny chin chin Its such a taste make me smile While I could crush grapes turn it into fine wine You the greatest my one and only I done some shit you got to understand my story Rub on ya navel Then freak off on the table Then I could go past your navel [Chorus: Novel] I need peach fuzz Especially sweet not sour You see her on the streets doin' something to me I need peach fuzz I need peach fuzz Especially sweet not sour You see her on the streets doin' something to me [Bridge: Novel] Yo its down down down Down down down down I'm going down down down Down down down [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Any special attention that god gave But I ain't kissin' no lips that open up side ways I ain't tryin' to knock ya strategy You will not be mad at me Ya old ass cell couldn't top my battery You know we keep them dutchs stuffed up fast But if you deep sea diving you can't puff puff pass I know the tongue song got women fooled I only jump head first in the swimming pool Lloyd Banks [Verse 4:] You gotta know that this is a pacifical thing Its critical man Cause if she goin' down then she givin' me brain And we push the seat back in the Caddy Shes packin' the fatty We practically at it We at it cause Kat's a fanatic In fact its sporadic And don't get it twisted I eat 'till its numb I eat 'till ya cum My tongue'll have you speakin' in tongues I eat it at the bay or the beach And they all weak See I could give it [Chorus: Novel] I need peach fuzz Especially sweet not sour You see her on the streets doin' something to me I need peach fuzz I need peach fuzz Especially sweet not sour You see her on the streets doin' something to me From Letras Mania