112

112 - Peaches & Cream (Remix) lyrics

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[P. Diddy]

Yeah, yeah

I like the way it's goin down (That's that shit right there)

C'mon, c'mon (That's that shit right there)

For all my ladies (That's that shit right there)

Bad Boy baby (That's that shit right there)

I got that peaches and cream (That's that shit right there)

Peaches and cream

It's the P the U the F the F

From the car to the bar, from the bar to the telly

From your neck to ya bra, ya bra to your belly

And she know, where PD go, F to E go, Catch me below

Her belt like a foul boxer

She a freak, but she sweet so I can't knock her

I just push her legs back til she propped up

Tongue have her singin high notes like an opera

And I don't waste a drop til I taste the spot

Give me chills but I make it hot (hot)

Watch; I'ma prove in time, I'ma make ya lose your mind

in a lengua smooth as mine

And I never question what hon' do

When she meet me, she knock on door 1,1,2

From the 404 to 212

You got peaches and cream, ma, where's my school, c'mon!

[Slim]

Let me tell you what I wanna do

Let me show you that I'm feelin' you

Wanna sex, wanna ride with you

Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you

Can't get enough of you

Always thinkin of you

So sweet, so very wet

So good, girl you make me sweat

Girl I'm talkin' 'bout

1 - Peaches and cream

I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend

Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine

It's even better when it's with ice cream

Know what I mean

Peaches and cream

I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend

Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine

It's even better when it's with ice cream

Know what I mean, peaches and cream

[Q]

I never thought that I would be

So addicted to you

On top, underneath, on the side of you

Better yet, baby, inside of you

Love the way you're just flowin down

And I can feel it all around

In the front, in the back of you

Ooh I love the taste of you

Girl you know what I'm talking about

Repeat 1

Won't stop girl you know I can't get enough

Wanna taste it in the morning when I'm wakin up

Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up

Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up

See the boys 112 we from the A'

(A' - shorty we don't play)

And when it comes to eating peaches, shorty we don't play

So all the ladies in the house if your peach the shit

Put your hands in the air represent your clique

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

2 - Oh girl I need it

I gotta have it

It's always on my mind

Know what I mean

Peaches and cream

I like it in my car

Or even in my bed

Or baby on the stairs

Know what I mean

Peaches and cream

Repeat 2

Repeat 1 to fade

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