[Intro] Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7 Cmaj7 [Verse 1] Fmaj7 I get my peaches out in Georgia Em7 Apple Bottom from New York, orange in Florida Dm7 Vitamin C mixed with this vitamin D, now you got vitamin me Cmaj7 And your prescriptions fill more than them trees in California Fmaj7 I'm always gon' adore ya', kiss you and caress you Em7 Anything just to spoil ya, gift ya', protect ya Dm7 Sex ya' like you never been sexed Cmaj7 Got your legs shakin' like the Go-Go Challenge, so "Who's next?" Fmaj7 Crushed grapes in my Mauritius Em7 Girl you my flavor of love, you so delicious
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I'ma make you my missus
Dm7
All these candy-coated kisses,
you my strawberry shortcake
Cmaj7
That ass'll make me catch a
charge and miss the court day
Fmaj7
Sweet as honeydew, watch me
kneel right in front of you
Em7
We'll set the world on fire,
then have a blunt or two
Dm7
I got the keys,
we can have it on lock
Cmaj7
And I lick it like ice cream
with a cherry on top
[Verse 2]
Fmaj7
And I say, oh (Oh)
Em7
The way I breathe you in (In)
Dm7
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you,
baby
Cmaj7
Never let you go, oh
Fmaj7
And I say, oh
Em7
There's nothing like your touch
Dm7
It's the way you lift me up, yeah
Cmaj7
And I'll be right here with
you 'til the end of time
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[Chorus] Fmaj7 I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit) Em7 I get my weed from California (That's that shit) Dm7 I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch) Cmaj7 I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it) [Verse 2] Fmaj7 Don't make me think she mad at you She from [?] so she Em7 got little attitude
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She do what she wanna do
Dm7
Wonder where she learn to
bounce that booty
Cmaj7
What's her secret? I bet I'm
on my way to freak it
Fmaj7
I bought a flight,
I need her with me
Em7
On the westside,
she'll be here tonight
Dm7
She from Atlanta, she smoke, we
Cmaj7
call that a peach tree, ooh-we
Fmaj7
I got peach from out of Georgia
Em7
Only on that understands me
Only one that know how
Dm7
this lifestyle can be
Always meet me in the middle
Cmaj7
Circle of trust, she in the center
Fmaj7
Even when she did it
Em7
But I [?] on the upper east
Dm7
Big Apple, but I love that peach
Cmaj7
So ripe, and a bright eye
[Chorus]
Fmaj7
I got my peaches out in Georgia
(Oh, yeah, shit)
Em7
I get my weed from California
(That's that shit)
Dm7
I took my chick up to the North,
yeah (Badass bitch)
Cmaj7
I get my light right from the source,
yeah (Yeah, that's it)
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[Verse 4] Fmaj7 Land of the tree, home is the base Em7 Kush in my woods, smokin' with grace Dm7 Pass it around and give them a taste Cmaj7 And you can tell that it's fire by the look of they face Fmaj7 Blame it on Dogg, I did it again Em7 Whole VIP smellin' like it's Christmas, Dm7 you don't wanna miss this California weed on ten, Cmaj7 this hits different I'm like "JB, where you been?" Fmaj7 This a knockout, nothin' but the heavyweight Em7 Everywhere I go, California weed, state to state Dm7 You know I got it on me, finest only Cmaj7 I'm in the buildin', I make a phone call to all my out of town homies Fmaj7 I'm the ambassador of legalization Em7 I got a passion, I'm leadin' the nation Dm7 Hater be hatin' a lot, but all the Dogg got Cmaj7 Is a lot of money, weed and patience [Chorus] Fmaj7 I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit) Em7 I get my weed from California (That's that shit) Dm7 I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch) Cmaj7 I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it) Fmaj7 I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit) Em7 I get my weed from California (That's that shit) Dm7 I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch) Cmaj7 I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it) [Outro] Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7
