Lyrics:
roll Shawty, Pump ya breaks,
Life ain't peachy in the Georgia state,
U.S.D.A, yeah she's with in
Now I'm puttin in a laugh with the government,
Now
I beg your pardon momma
What did you say?
My mind was drifted off on Martinique Bay
It's not that I'm not interested you see
Augusta Georgia is
Augusta, Georgia, late September, One Mr. Brown's hot tempeed, This man's possessed, he's restless, Armed and dangerous, drugged and reckless. Mrs.
rather drink muddy water or
Sleep in a hollow log
'Yas, yas'
What's the use, just like a Georgia mule
My friends laughed
And they called me a fool
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
my "Soul Glow" from my afro, dick
Rabbit out the hat pulling afro, tricks
Afro-American afro, thick
Overall country, overall jeans
Overall Georgia
a bitch
(Man)
That DS Cliq, I'ma 'bout to pitch a fucking fit
And start blowing this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice, Wun?
Down in Georgia, six
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
It was a hot June morning on the interstate
She was flaggin' me down, I was 20 mintues late
She was broke down, north bound, Georgia line
I pulled
I stood out under the morning light
I felt the heat of the Georgia night
I turned around on a sunny day
Met face to face with my feet of clay
I
from Georgia
She had an unusual sound
She played in the bars in Atlanta
And she killed them in London Town
She don't want no philosophy
She just
comin' back
Take me Southbound, all the way to Georgia now, till the train run out of track
Can't you see, can't you see, what that woman, she been doin'
road is what it's all about
Walking the streets of Athens, Georgia
I passed a phone and thought I'd call you
I miss you baby, really miss you a lot
a show time CE!!
It's a show time CE!!
C C L L I I F F
On the MIC J to da S!!
allow me re-introduce myself
DJ GEORGIA on the beat
CLIFF EDGE in the place
peak
Went to Atlanta
Got me a Georgia peach
I get it in
100 bags in the briefcase
Neat
Now let's just be brief
And let's just be honest
No future
the warmth and light a Georgia July brings
Better than a bad night on the town
Better than the darkness when I'm down
Listen to a sad song by firelight
Trust
Georgia your smoking would land you a visit to the county jail
Thats whack as hell
No money for bail
Thats whack as hell
You better not
You better not
Get
at me
Gotta get acquainted with this new fattie
Your favorite IG model ain't got nothing on me
Fashion Nova on my peach, with this Georgia donkey
I
Georgia, fuck all of them peaches
I'ma cop so many sneakers
And buy them again when they creasing
She take it all, show no weakness
Goddess made without
kryptonite.
written by William Thomas Hyde, Georgia Elizabeth Mannion
performed by will hyde & George Alice
i didn’t mean to leave you lonely
should
the diamonds fall they burn like tears
When the diamonds fall they burn like tears
Once I had a love from the Georgia Plains who only cared for me
I want
the hottest in Atlanta, Georgia
Y'all wasting my time like stop recording
Go cop a stew, you can't afford it
I look at my clock I see angel numbers
I know it's
Bitch, this smear too serious
These bitches way too curious
Boston to Georgia, I smuggle it in through the interior
Stuck in the matrix, all I see
still I roll around Georgia bound
Rollin I-10 to the east what now
Left for a minute then I came right back Tryna stack get a lack get a lack with
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