Peaches & Cream (Remix) 112 (Ft. Diddy)

[P. Diddy]
Yeah, 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
Your neck to your bra, your bra to your belly
And she know, where PD go, left the ego
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 her and see her hit high notes like the opera
And I don't waste a drop til I taste the spot
Give me chills but I make it hot
Watch; I'mma prove in times, I'mma 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 scoop? c'mon!