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Peaches

pochette album Billionaire
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Peach'll reach around
Wrestle you to the ground
I took you to regina
Big trouble in little mangina
Fine china breaks
You a weak jock weak spot
You do diddly squat
No plot, you took a shot
But forgot your the fly that i swat

I'm hot

Don't rock, you get what i taught?
Not you got

I'm rare, say a prayer
Don't stare
What is it?
What i wear or my hair?
I got my own witch project layer
Don't care, ride me bareback
Time to spare
Look d-d-dare, you need a new pair
Don't compare me to that other affair

Buck you like a billionaire
Buck you like a billionaire
Buck you like a billionaire
Buck you like a billionaire

Buck you like a billionaire
Debonair, in my fred astaire footwear
Sit back in your chair
Come into my layer
Bob up for some air
You square, best health care

You like it like a tortoise
Or you like it like a hare
Momma, dadda
Have a rainfall dance
Face full of chocolate eclair (where)
This bit is private
I can't describe it, try it
Too much salt in your diet
Quiet wait
You stayin at the hilton
Or you stayin at the hyatt

Buck you like a billionaire
Buck you like a billionaire
Buck you like a billionaire
Buck you like a billionaire

Ooh billionaire
Love affair

Take you there
Ooh billionaire
Love affair
Take you there

I'm the most wanted
Cause i'm makin niggas want it
Try the k in this bitch
And i run it
You know whats funny
All the complainin you be doin
Tryin to ride on my ass
I'm in a place now
Bitch from your past could be
Destiny, i'm fuckin ecstasy
Just like the definition it takes the life
It doesn't even matter morning moon light
And in spite of all the bullshit we go through
I wanted to tell you fuck you like
Lick that pussy just right
Who you know this here
I'm fire dynamite
That's right
Outta mind and outta sight
Need that pussy, no doubt
No offense
Bring the hook back in
And watch me act a clown
Just like i'm out of state
Go to the show
In case you didn't know
Now turn around don't follow son
I got you girl, take off your clothes
Damn

Ooh billionaire
Love affair
Take you there
Ooh billionaire
Love affair
Take you there
Ooh billionaire
Love affair
Take you there
Ooh billionaire
Love affair
Take you there

Love affair

Ya got a screw loose
You need a boost
In ya deuce, juiced
Not seduced.
Until they tie the noose
Never over produced

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