CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Peaches (Remix)
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)
[GIVĒON & 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
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)
[GIVĒON & 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
