Correction Paroles Peaches (DJ Felli Fel Remix) par T.I.

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This is the remix
Felli Fel remix
Electro Smith

I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, sh*t, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I get my weed from California (You know they say more money more problems, that's that sh*t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (I say, "f**k that give me the money" 'cause, badass b*t*h)
(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)

I got my baby in Atlanta (Ooh)
Solid, real deal like Evander (Ooh)
Probably couldn't leave if I had to (Ooh)
They don't understand the way I fell in love with a Cancer (Ooh)
Probably why they make sh*t up at random
We flyin' private on vacay in the tropics (Ooh)
We navigatin' the topics of discussion (Ooh)
From the one that I'm havin' now with the pilot (Ooh)
He said, "Turbulence where we goin', it could get rocky" (Ooh)
But the journey ain't for everybody, I ain't worried 'bout it (Ooh)
It get so damn lame, (Ooh) man, I swear
For some money and some damn fame, (Ooh) they don't care
Throw some mud on your damn name and be a lie (Do-do-do-do)
Fact remains I'ma still be the king 'til I die (Ooh)
f**k what they talking 'bout (Ooh)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, sh*t)
I get my weed from California (California, that's that sh*t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass b*t*h)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)

And I say, oh (Oh)
The way I breathe you in (Breathe you 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 (Nothin' like your touch)
It's the way you lift me up (Lift me up), yeah (Yeah)
And I'll be right here with you 'til the end of time

I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, sh*t)
I get my weed from California (California, that's that sh*t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass b*t*h)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)

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 (O.T., baggage for Rimowa)
(Hey, woah, hey)
I love fruit
Ain't been eatin' my greens (Ooh)
Hunnid and twelve Georgia peaches, tryna give 'em the cream (Ooh)
That's bae (That's bae), yadadamean
She a movie so I took her right outta the scene (Ooh)
Brown d**kies, blue rag talk (Yeah)
Blue Chevy (Blue Chevy), blue rag top
710 Freeway, (Ooh) take it straight down to Long Beach
We at The Pike (At The Pike), we alright (Ooh, yeah)
(Ooh) I'ma hold you down just like a padlock
(Ooh) You my type, no laptop (Do-do-do-do-do)
She always sayin' that I do the most (On the set)
(Ooh) She done fell in love with the loc

I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, that's lit)
I get my weed from California (California, that's that sh*t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass b*t*h)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)

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
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, sh*t)
I get my weed from California (That's that sh*t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass b*t*h)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, sh*t)
I get my weed from California (That's that sh*t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass b*t*h)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)

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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