Spoken:

Yeah! Rasheeda, that's right

So this one right here is for all my ladies

Uh huh! And we gon' do it like dis

We gone dedicate this one to the fellas

This the manual

Yall know how we like it

And if you don't, put ya mouth to work

Yeah! Ladies check this out



Chorus:

Wats up wit it, you scared

Put my hands on the back of yo head

And keep it there, don't stop

Lick it up to the very last drop

And go down, don't you want a taste of this Georgia Peach

Go down, don't you want a taste of this Georgia Peach



Verse 1:

First thangs first Rasheeda

F*ck around wit no man who want eat her

I don't need him, ain't tryna see him

Ya mom or daddy nem, ain't tryna meet 'em

Hallmark cards, I ain't tryna read 'em

Yeah I can cook but I ain't tryna feed 'em

Nuttin' but this vagina steven

Ya d*ck little, need ya tongue to make it even

Slow down, stop speedin'

Ya twenty somethin, sposed to been stop teething

Been twenty minutes has this nigga stopped breathin'

I know he down there and I ain't even seen it

Damn where he at, there he go

I'mma superwoman so I need a little mo

And I ain't nuthin like ya ho

I ain't gone cuss ya out, I'mma show you to the door



Chorus:

Wats up wit it, you scared

Put my hands on the back of yo head

And keep it there, don't stop

Lick it up to the very last drop

And go down, don't you want a taste of this Georgia Peach

Go down, don't you want a taste of this Georgia Peach



Verse 2:

You on the run gotta a federal case

I know a place you can bury ya face

Yum Yum, gone get you a taste

Gotta shake, let it go like Mase

But ya tongue gotta know how to act

From the front all the way to da back

It's theraputeic and it helps me relax

I got dem goodies, boy get you a snack

I dare a nigga try to act like he don't want to

Hate when a nigga say what he won't do

You talkin to a girl standin' on her own two

If I wanted, I could do it on my own too

So ya gotta work it, do some tongue tricks

It takes dedication, I don't cum quick

So put ya shoulders in it

Catch a neck cramp

Cuz I gotta have that tongue like a wet stamp



Chorus:

Wats up wit it, you scared

Put my hands on the back of yo head

And keep it there, don't stop

Lick it up to the very last drop

And go down, don't you want a taste of this Georgia Peach

Go down, don't you want a taste of this Georgia Peach



Verse 3:

Where he at (where he at), there he go (there he go)

Real girls make dem boyz get low, Okay

x4



Chorus:

Wats up wit it, you scared

Put my hands on the back of yo head

And keep it there, don't stop

Lick it up to the very last drop

Now go down, don't you want a taste of this Georgia Peach

Go down, don't you want a taste of this Georgia Peach