Peach Pardison Fontaine (Ft. City Girls)

[Intro: Pardison Fontaine]
Wheezy outta here
Yeah, yeah, fuck it up, yeah, look, uh
Said he's got the watch, flood it up
Cuban link, bust it up (Ayy)
You don't know how to fuck it up (Ayy, ayy)
Look (Ayy, ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Everything that a nigga got, got it out the dirt (I did)
Like a rose in the concrete, I blossomed out the curb (Ayy)
Remember girls used to curve me, man, them bitches had some nerve
Ain't no nigga out here fucking with me, far as I'm concerned

[Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
You got a peach (Peach), ass (Ass), shit be looking right
You get to dancing in the mirror, you want some shit that get you hype
Gave a couple niggas chances, they ain't never get it right
Told your girl to leave them lames alone, so take your own advice
You got a peach (Peach), ass (Ass), shit be looking right
Girl, you bad and you working so you every nigga's type
Girl, you lit in real life, you don't need a lot of likes
And I know if looks'd kill, you doing 25 to life, ayy

[Post-Chorus: Pardison Fontaine]
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself, ayy
Shake that ass, ooh, watch yourself
Break them handcuffs, forget your man, move somethin'
If he ask you what you doin', say, "Ooh, nothin'"