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Yeah,
That shit sho feel good 
Hey player, dis Peaches 
Coming back at ya one mo gen, wit a big whats up
Break out your black low, and your booms phone 
As I send it out one more time 
For East Pointe, College Park, Decatur, and the swats!
We got that Southernplayalisticadillacfunkymuzik for yo' trunk 
And it's fat like herringbone, and tight like nap booty 
So let me take you deep, straight to the point 
Cause it ain't nothing but King Shit, all day, everyday