Lyrics to Peach (Remix)
(feat. Lloyd Banks)
[Lloyd Banks:]
Ya'll know who this is
Lloyd Banks
Novel
G Unit
Lloyd Banks
Novel
GGGG G Unit
[Verse 1: Novel]
Watermelons, Coconuts
Red squeezed juice drippin' nigga what what?
What I got to for a nigga like me to touch ya?
Body bangin' from head to toe she ain't blush much
Got me so small got her toes done
Cherry Red, Cinnamon she like no one
I ever met before
Didn't sweat me no
[Chorus: Novel]
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
I need peach fuzz
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
[Verse 2: Novel]
Yeah peach fuzz no steel rubbin' on the hairs of my chinny chin chin
Its such a taste make me smile
While I could crush grapes turn it into fine wine
You the greatest my one and only
I done some shit you got to understand my story
Rub on ya navel
Then freak off on the table
Then I could go past your navel
[Chorus: Novel]
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
I need peach fuzz
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
[Bridge: Novel]
Yo its down down down
Down down down down
I'm going down down down
Down down down
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Any special attention that god gave
But I ain't kissin' no lips that open up side ways
I ain't tryin' to knock ya strategy
You will not be mad at me
Ya old ass cell couldn't top my battery
You know we keep them dutchs stuffed up fast
But if you deep sea diving you can't puff puff pass
I know the tongue song got women fooled
I only jump head first in the swimming pool
Lloyd Banks
[Verse 4:]
You gotta know that this is a pacifical thing
Its critical man
Cause if she goin' down then she givin' me brain
And we push the seat back in the Caddy
Shes packin' the fatty
We practically at it
We at it cause Kat's a fanatic
In fact its sporadic
And don't get it twisted I eat 'till its numb
I eat 'till ya cum
My tongue'll have you speakin' in tongues
I eat it at the bay or the beach
And they all weak
See I could give it
[Chorus: Novel]
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
I need peach fuzz
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
[Lloyd Banks:]
Ya'll know who this is
Lloyd Banks
Novel
G Unit
Lloyd Banks
Novel
GGGG G Unit
[Verse 1: Novel]
Watermelons, Coconuts
Red squeezed juice drippin' nigga what what?
What I got to for a nigga like me to touch ya?
Body bangin' from head to toe she ain't blush much
Got me so small got her toes done
Cherry Red, Cinnamon she like no one
I ever met before
Didn't sweat me no
[Chorus: Novel]
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
I need peach fuzz
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
[Verse 2: Novel]
Yeah peach fuzz no steel rubbin' on the hairs of my chinny chin chin
Its such a taste make me smile
While I could crush grapes turn it into fine wine
You the greatest my one and only
I done some shit you got to understand my story
Rub on ya navel
Then freak off on the table
Then I could go past your navel
[Chorus: Novel]
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
I need peach fuzz
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
[Bridge: Novel]
Yo its down down down
Down down down down
I'm going down down down
Down down down
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Any special attention that god gave
But I ain't kissin' no lips that open up side ways
I ain't tryin' to knock ya strategy
You will not be mad at me
Ya old ass cell couldn't top my battery
You know we keep them dutchs stuffed up fast
But if you deep sea diving you can't puff puff pass
I know the tongue song got women fooled
I only jump head first in the swimming pool
Lloyd Banks
[Verse 4:]
You gotta know that this is a pacifical thing
Its critical man
Cause if she goin' down then she givin' me brain
And we push the seat back in the Caddy
Shes packin' the fatty
We practically at it
We at it cause Kat's a fanatic
In fact its sporadic
And don't get it twisted I eat 'till its numb
I eat 'till ya cum
My tongue'll have you speakin' in tongues
I eat it at the bay or the beach
And they all weak
See I could give it
[Chorus: Novel]
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
I need peach fuzz
I need peach fuzz
Especially sweet not sour
You see her on the streets doin' something to me
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