Lyrics:
She got that wigglin' walk
She got that gigglin' talk
That little spark in her eyes
Catches me by surprise
What's goin' on in her mind
Is hard
been so blind
Now Everything seems to remind
So I got to get Georgia off my mind
Now I bypass those blue ridge mountains
Drink a Pepsi instead of Coke
gon' be rich forever
We gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
I remember being blind to it
'Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad
girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She think I be mimickin' Von, grandson
She only play me in the whip
India
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
Yeah, they say he (down, but not out)
'Cause I'm back on my grind
Money back on my mind
Ye' and Killa Cam', the world is mine
I treat bitches
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
sign
Key West is fine and fair
If you lost your mind, you will find it there
Key West is on the horizon line
I was born on the wrong side
hittin' up Virgil for Louis Vuitton
It's not in the Bible to wife off one girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She
Georgia, you're always on my mind. I know Ray said it first, but it's something I can't hide
Georgia, I hate to hear you cry. But when you call my
[Drake: Speaking]
Uh Yea Man, Vo, Back Again Like We Never Left Huh
Yea Man, Im Sending This Out To Any Of My Girls Thats Different Man
Anybody Thats
Love New Edition and the Candy Girl
Remind me of you
Because you rock my world
You come from Georgia
Where the peaches grow
They drink lemonade
sweet song
That keeps Georgia on my mind
They say the queen died but I just met the suns eyes
And I'm not trying to die before I get blinded by the light
a dun kokoka
I want to GBOWO
GBOWO
I want to GBOWO
GBOWO
GBOWO
GBOWO
GBOWO
Saund
Money on my mind
My mind on check
Owo in the bank tell
ride with the slime
She wan' take all the time for to play with my mind
She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way, a nigga slime, ooh
Thirteen hoes
Skylights turn into stoplights, my mind turns to you
Two hundred miles behind, off to this roadside I'm
Wondering how this cup of coffee's gonna see
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
thought you could disguise
I felt my way to freedom when you covered up my eyes
And I'll be off to Georgia by the nearest light of day
I hate to have
a chick so fine, make a blind man see her
She runnin' through my mind, that's a fine idea
And I ain't Blake Griffin, I don't drive no Kia
If it ain't 10
Stoplights turn into skylines
And my mind turns to you
Two hundred miles behind, off to this roadside dive
Wondering how this cup of coffee's
and done my baby she love the timing
She a
2x
Leather seats, all white like we up at the alter
Emma Watson, her bling ring ain't one for no connin
They keep
the streets
Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
Since one cop was white the otha was
I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these g-damn food stamps don't buy diapers
Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died
That's when my mama started gettin' high
My neighborhood was full of drive-by's, couldn't
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