Georgia Peach lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Rasheeda (That's right)
So this one right here is for all my ladies (Uh-huh)
And we gon' do it like this
We gon' dedicate this one to the fellas
Y'all know how we like it
And if you don't, put your mouth to work
Yeah, ladies, check this out

[Chorus]
What's up wit' it? You scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up 'til the very last drop
And go down
Don't ya want a taste of this Georgia peach?
Go down
Don't ya want a taste of this Georgia peach? Yeah

[Verse 1]
First things first, Rasheeda (Yeah)
f*ck around with no man that won't eat her (Uh)
I don't need 'em, ain't tryin' to see 'em (What?)
Your momma and daddy, I ain't tryin' to meet 'em
Hallmark cards, ain't tryin' to read 'em
Yeah, I can cook, but I ain't tryin' to feed 'em
Ain't nothin' but this vagina, Steven
Your di*k little, need your tongue to make it even
Slow down, stop speedin'
Your twenty somethin', supposed to been stop teethin'
For real, been twenty minutes, has this n*gga stopped breathin'?
I know he down there, and I ain't even seen him
Damn, where he at? There he go
I'm a superwoman so I need a little mo'
And I ain't nothin' like your ho
I ain't gon' cuss you out, I'ma show you to the door
[Chorus]
What's up wit' it? You scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up 'til the very last drop
And go down
Don't ya want a taste of this Georgia peach?
Go down
Don't ya want a taste of this Georgia peach? Yeah

[Verse 2]
You on the run, got a federal case (Case)
I know a place you can bury your face (Right here)
Yum, yum, go and get you a taste
Gotta shake, let it go like Mase (Haha)
With your tongue, I don't know how to act
From the front, all the way to the back (To the back)
It's therapeutic and it helps me relax
I got them goodies, boy, get you a snack
I dare a n*gga to try to act like he don't want to (Want to)
Hate when a n*gga say what he won't do (What he won't do)
You're talkin' to a girl standin' on her own two (Yeah)
If I wanna I can do it with my own two (Yeah)
So you gotta work it, do some tongue tricks
It takes dedication, I don't c*m quick (Nah)
So put your shoulders in it, catch a neck cramp
Cause I gotta give it to 'em like a wet stamp
[Chorus]
What's up wit' it? You scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up 'til the very last drop
And go down
Don't ya want a taste of this Georgia peach?
Go down
Don't ya want a taste of this Georgia peach?

[Bridge]
Where he at? (Where he at) There he go (There he go)
Real girls make them boys get low (Okay)
Where he at? (Where he at) There he go (There he go)
Real girls make them boys get low (Okay)
Where he at? (Where he at) There he go (There he go)
Real girls make them boys get low (Get low)
Where he at? (Where he at) There he go (There he go)
Real girls make them boys get low (Get low)

[Chorus]
What's up wit' it? You scared?
Put my hands on the back of your head
And keep it there, don't stop
Lick it up 'til the very last drop
And go down
Don't ya want a taste of this Georgia peach?
Go down
Don't ya want a taste of this Georgia peach?
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