Yeah,
That shit sho feel good
Hey player, dis Peaches
Coming back at ya one mo gen, wit a big whats up
Break out your black low, and your booms phone
As I send it out one more time
For East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, and the swats!
We got that Southernplayalisticadillacfunkymuzik for yo' trunk
And it's fat like herringbone, and tight like nap booty
So let me take you deep, straight to the point
Cause it ain't nothing but King Shit, all day, everyday
Songwriters
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