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Peaches (Remix)
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Justin Bieber
Featuring(s) : T.I.
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This is the remix Felli Fel remix Electro Smith [Justin Bieber & T.I.] I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I get my weed from California (You know they say more money more problems, that's that shit) I took my chick up to the North, yeah (I say, "Fuck that give me the money" 'cause, badass bitch) (Whatever I'm goin' through, it would be much worse if I were broke) I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it) [T.I.] I got my baby in Atlanta Solid, real deal like Evander Probably couldn't leave if I had to They don't understand the way I fell in love with a Cancer Probably why they make shit up at random We flyin' private on vacay in the tropics We navigatin' the topics of discussion From the one that I'm havin' now with the pilot He said, "Turbulence where we goin', it could get rocky" But the journey ain't for everybody, I ain't worried 'bout it It get so damn lame, man, I swear For some money and some damn fame, they don't care Throw some mud on your damn name and be a lie Fact remains I'ma still be the king 'til I die Fuck what they talking 'bout [Justin Bieber & Brec Bassinger] I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit) I get my weed from California (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) [Justin Bieber & Brec Bassinger] And I say, oh (Oh) The way I breathe you in (Breathe you in, in) It's the texture of your skin (Skin) I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby Never let you go, oh And I say, oh (Oh) There's nothing like your touch (Nothing like your touch) It's the way you lift me up, yeah (You lift me up, yeah) And I'll be right here with you 'til the end of time [Justin Bieber & Brec Bassinger] I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit) I get my weed from California (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) [Daniel Caesar, Brec Bassinger & O.T. Genasis] You ain't sure yet (You ain't sure) But I'm for ya (But I'm for ya) All I can want, all I can wish for Nights alone that we miss more (That we miss more) And days we save as souvenirs (Souvenirs) There's no time, I wanna make more time (I wanna make time) And give you my whole life I left my girl, I'm in Mallorca (I can't leave you) Hate to leave her, call it torture (Seems like torture when I go) Remember when I couldn't hold her (I couldn't hold you) Left her baggage for Rimowa (Baggage for Rimowa) (OT, hey, woah, hey) [O.T. Genasis] I love fruit Ain't been eatin' my greens Hunnid and twelve Georgia peaches, tryna give 'em the cream That's bae (That's bae), yadadamean She a movie so I took her right outta the scene Brown Dickies, blue rag talk (Yeah) Blue Chevy (Blue Chevy), blue rag top 710 Freeway, take it straight down to Long Beach We at The Pike (At The Pike), we alright (Yeah) I'ma hold you down just like a padlock You my type, no laptop She always sayin' that I do the most (On the set) She done fell in love with the loc [Justin Bieber, O.T. Genasis & Brec Bassinger] I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, that's lit) I get my weed from California (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) [GIVÄ’ON & Brec Bassinger] I get the feeling, so I'm sure (I'm so sure) Hand in my hand because I'm yours (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've been, oh Done bein' distracted The one I need is right in my arms (Oh) Your kisses taste the sweetest with mine And I'll be right here with you 'til the end of time, oh, oh [Justin Bieber] 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) [ Brec Bassinger] California (California) To Atlanta, Georgia To eat the peaches and cream If you know what I mean (Know what I mean) California (California) To Atlanta, Georgia To eat the peaches and cream (Peaches and cream) If you know what I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean I get my weed from Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali (Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali) Ooh, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
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