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Forgive me for my sins and felonies I need cheese no
I need Jesus money greed sick of all the leeches
I'm out in Georgia but I ain't kissing no peaches
I

that's just.. that's just low
I thought we were forever
Now you're drifting
Only see you through a screen
Georgia feels a world a way
I swear, we could

more about me than you
That’s sad you just used me and then fucking move to Georgia
Aye I don’t care
I say Fuck you and I hope you don’t find love cuz

And that feels good
Mark that down
That feels good right there like that
Let's mark that down

Usually we'd have to go down to Georgia
It's unexpected

it bac to my Georgia fam
Those days were tragic
Not about what happened 
But how rose up out it
That's why I'm writin these bars
Knowin someone can

Jizzlemane man that bitch lying
Sicker than pneumonia glick up on me
Nigga flinch, he get put up in a coma like in Georgia how I dome em
And your bitch, she

legally and I ain't even on the news

Lil Rein, he from Georgia so there ain't shit to go talk about
I was in the city with the glizzy at the Waffle House

Record business getting money off T's
Trademarks making money off me
Georgia Southern I been using my degree
Every day I be stepping into work
I be mad I

of Georgia 
I got that white water 
River rolling Tina Turner 
Designer on me Timmy Turner 
Came up from drugs on the corner I play the position like Richard

moved to Georgia
I loved that Delilah shared me with Patricia
I fed em all vanilla and I'm just a chocolate fella

Love to see you when I wake up
Love

girls shake that do it 
All my Georgia girls shake that do it 
Alabama girls shake that do it
Carolina girls shake that do it 
All my Texas girls shake

generation's type of love
(I'm from Georgia, I got a girl with some water and she from Florida) I don't understand why the simple things tend to trip us up
(And

sippin sake
But for now I'm frontline steppin
You can drop the locay!

Bust out the fiddle
On our way to Georgia like the devil
No riddle
Six strings
Heavy

a robber
Everybody can't be a lawyer
Everybody can't make it back
From Alabama back to Georgia

Everybody can't compete with you
Everybody can't be street

to take it further just pause it
Before you make me bust like from gurgaling hot dick
Straight from brunswick georgia back to long beach city
Wont nobody

Georgia, check the levees
Where was he, on vacation getting heavy, awoh
Like my head and my shoulders
You keep me, you keep me going
Like my head and my

j'avoue
P'tit Georgia peach, ma Jorja Smith
J'm'en tape, elle brille comme capella
Autostrada con be 200 bornes, on fonce dans la Gemera
J'lève les yeux

don't wanna hurt no more I just want money galore
I just took a Georgia peach turned her right into my whore
I be sipping codeine so much I can smell it

Why you playing mama?
Take you on vacation mama
We can go to Georgia
We can do Bahamas mama
Meet your sister, meet your father, meet your mama, mama

practice what they preach
shit ain't sweet
Georgia peach raised up on the streets
Where a lot o niggas get chalked
And light up on the street
Uh
I 'on't need

gold

Spin the wheel now I'm headed Out the driveway still got Georgia On the license plate
Im a god remind me
That's right nigga I do so great
That boy

But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you

Whoooa, I've been to Georgia
cnd California and anywhere I could run
Took the hand

fuck
Ou bet that up
Got to wrap it up
He busting it up
Unfazed on the track
Georgia hoes wack
They not throwing back
Please take me back
Yeah unfazed

I

Splash)
Watch it jump like vince carter
Got a plug down in Georgia
Fuck with them boys across the border
Cuzo out in tennesee say he don’t know nothing