Peach Lyrics – Producer Public
Singer: Producer Public
Title: Peach
3-6-5
I want you all damn year
I want you all damn year
Come on baby bring it here
I’m talkin, 3-6-5
Want you all damn year
I want you all damn year
Come on baby bring it here
3-6-5
I want you all damn year
I want you all damn year
Come on baby bring it here
I’m talkin, 3-6-5
Want you all damn year
I want you all damn year
Come on baby bring it here
3-6-5 no 3-5-7
Six shots send a n***a straight to heaven
I’m the hazeman baby, with the weapon
In my sweatpants, baby get to sweatin’
That’s a beef frank, baby get the ketchup
I be stretchin’, baby get the stretcher
Don’t start runnin’, baby i will catch you
But if i pass you, you can never catch up
I’m a freak, i’m a beast, off the leash
If i see that georgia peach
Know i gotta get a piece
I’m the man in the streets, in the sheets
If you creep, we can sneak
You could keep this discreet
Yeah i eat it up, feast
I beat it up, beast
You creamin’ up, skeet
You screamin’ out, sheesh
And that peach so delish, it’s a wish
But blow a kiss at my b#tch
And you’ll sleep with the fish n***a
3-6-5
I want you all damn year
I want you all damn year
Come on baby bring it here
I’m talkin, 3-6-5
Want you all damn year
I want you all damn year
Come on baby bring it here
3-6-5
Baby got us on the beach
You on my side, hands are gripping on that peach
3-6-5 baby girl i gotta preach
And you know that i reside
Yeah deep in that peach, yeah
I got this west coast
Showing east coast love
Flatlined when i seen her
Still she bump like a club
Yeah i slip some time
But i try to show her love
And she hardly bare with me man
It’s something like a cub
Ain’t got love for the kid
Right now it’s a miss
By the time you hear the end of this song it’s a hit
And i’m quick, but in bed when i hit i ain’t fit
So i slow it down for you, till ya boy can get it in
Must be sisters with the beat cause she bang so well
Said i keep in the family like my shorties down south
Ah know i’m playing girl, ain’t mean a thing by that
Love for every coast but the east got my back
Old soul so my bars got beards
Y’all are peach fuzz
Worried bout the fame so much i got that beer buzz
Said i ain’t got enough days in the year, huh
But i could make a year out a day, slow that train girl
Hey pretty baby
Whatchu doing baby
3-6-5, i need you every day
You got them eyes
You a present, you a prize
You know i don’t tell no lies
I don’t need a kiss goodbye
3-6-5
I want you all damn year
I want you all damn year
Come on baby bring it here
I’m talkin, 3-6-5
Want you all damn year
I want you all damn year
Come on baby bring it here
3-6-5
Baby got us on the beach
You on my side, hands are gripping on that peach
3-6-5 baby girl i gotta preach
And you know that i reside
Yeah deep in that peach, yeah
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