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Georgia Peaches/By Angelina Dubberly

Female and male country trap rap, not to fast acoustic guitar and drums, and fiddle

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Lyrics

Yeah… Georgia peaches, let ‘em know…

Sweet like honey, strong like oak…

We them Georgia peaches, sweet but we bite back

Riding dirt roads, windows down, speakers clap

River on the weekend, bait a hook, reel it in

Mud bogging in the jacked-up Ford, spinning them rims

Bleed red and black, tailgate ‘til the sun up

Jim Beam no chaser, fill your solo cup

Daisy Dukes shining, tan legs in them Georgia boots

Raise ‘em up, raise ‘em up — this is our truth!

Sunset on the backroad, dust kicking high

Peaches in the front seat, hair blowing in the sky

She got that Southern drawl and a fire in her eyes

Can hunt, can fish, can run it better than the guys

River water cold, we jumping off the rope swing

Laughing ‘til we crying, that’s the Georgia thing

Jacked-up Ford bouncing, tires eating mud deep

Country rap playing loud while the whole crew leap

We them Georgia peaches, sweet but we bite back

Riding dirt roads, windows down, speakers clap

River on the weekend, bait a hook, reel it in

Mud bogging in the jacked-up Ford, spinning them rims

Bleed red and black, tailgate ‘til the sun up

Jim Beam no chaser, fill your solo cup

Daisy Dukes shining, tan legs in them Georgia boots

Raise ‘em up, raise ‘em up — this is our truth!

Friday night lights, stadium roaring loud

Peaches in the stands screaming “Go Dawgs” proud

After the game we rolling, bonfire blazing high

Shot of Beam burning, stars filling up the sky

She can two-step dirty, drop it low to the beat

Then wake up Sunday, church shoes on her feet

Sweet as peach cobbler, tough as red clay dirt

Georgia raised, heaven sent, puttin’ in work

Yeah we wild, yeah we country, yeah we trap, yeah we clean

Every sweet Georgia girl got that in-between

From the river to the fields, from the boots to the bling

We the heartbeat of this state — let the whole world sing!

We them Georgia peaches, sweet but we bite back

Hands in the air, whole crowd singing that

Dirt roads forever, river always calling us

Mud on the tires, love in the chorus

Bleed red and black, Jim Beam in our veins

Daisy Dukes dancing, breaking hearts and breaking chains

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