Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Diamond Blu
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diamond Blu
Producer
Marty J Brown
Engineer
Gia Rachelle
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Peaches, mangoes
Peaches, peaches, mangoes (mangoes)
Peaches, mangoes
Peaches, peaches, mangoes
Got me up on my angles
Driving down the lane, Dodge Durango
Fighting everyone like Django
Steppin' on every single lamo
(Give it to 'em)
One man, two girls
We call that a menage a trios
Two birds, one stone
We chalk it up to Papa Frio
Gone head and check yo ego
No time for negativity my amigo
You actin' real sweet like a mango
Don't think you ready to tango
Tango, I'll spin you round like a flamingo dancer
Have you circling your head for answers
Praying to the Lawrd like a pastor
I ain't ever seen you run much faster
Dang, you ran right past her
But no time for looking back, Jack
Been writing lines for the next track
DJ Dewreck bring the beat back
My biggest hater is my inner me
I fight myself like we enemies
Don't try to break me down no more
Already fell in, it's getting overboard
The sharks are swarming looking for a feast
Now I'm trying to live in my peace (peace)
But all you did was bring me to war (war)
I guess it's time to settle the score
Peaches, mangoes
Peaches, peaches, mangoes (mangoes)
Peaches, mangoes
Peaches, peaches, mangoes (mangoes)
Got me up on my angles
Driving down the lane, Dodge Durango
Fighting everyone like Django
Steppin' on every single lamo
Never ruin a good day thinking 'bout a bad yesterday
Let it go. (Let it go)
If you don't heal what hurt you, you'll bleed on people who didn't cut you
(Let it go)
Cause imma letch know (letcha know)
And I don't let it go (let it go)
I'll snap back like a snap back and eat you up something edible (edible)
As long as I got the mic, I'm sitting on my throne
Call me God-like. (Preach)
But I'm here to feed the people that walked with me
From day to night
Yeah, I am kind
Four of a kind. (A suit)
You're just a pair waiting for the turn of the river after the floppidy flop
It's like waiting on water to dry, after you moppidy mop
But you're better off doing something else, like browsing the shoppidy shop
I'm getting sleepy every single second listening to you trying to rhyme lollie and pop
Keep your candy azz lines in the wrapper
Because a rapper you are not
Peaches, mangoes
Peaches, peaches, mangoes (mangoes)
Peaches, mangoes
Peaches, peaches, mangoes
Got me up on my angles
Driving down the lane, Dodge Durango
Fighting everyone like Django
Steppin' on every single lamo
(peaches and mangoes and peaches and mangoes and peaches and mangoes and mangoes)
Peaches, mangoes
Peaches, peaches, mangoes (mangoes)
Got me up on my angles
Driving down the lane, Dodge Durango
Fighting everyone like Django
Steppin' on every single lamo
(Peaches and mangoes and peaches and mangoes and peaches and mangoes and mangoes)
(Peaches and mangoes and peaches and mangoes and peaches and mangoes and mangoes)
Written by: Julian Williams