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I get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, 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 And I see you (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 see you 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 I get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, 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 You enjoy it, but I'm for your All I can want, all I can wish for Nights alone that we wished for And days we savin' souvenirs There's no time, I wanna make more time And give you my whole life I left my girl, I’m in my Yorker Letras de cancionesHate to leave, call it torture Remember when I couldn’t hold her Left the baggage from her over I get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, 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 get the feeling, so I'm sure (Sure) Hand in my hand because I'm yours I can't, I can’t pretend, I can't ignore you're right for me Don't think you wanna know just where I stand, oh Girl, you got me distracted The one I need is right in my arms If this is the sweetest of mind And I'll be right here with you 'til end of time I get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, 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 get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, 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 get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, 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 get my peaches out in Georgia, ooh, 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 From Letras Mania