Peaches

Oh my god, it's another beautiful day

You know what that means?

All right, fellas, get your crystals out!

I'm down to the beach, bruva

She's on the beach! She's got her bristols out!

It's gonna be a beautiful day

I give big thanks to the sun, you know?

Warm one, easy, believe me

Uh huh, you gotta love it

Let me rub it, babe, I'll think nothing of it

And you don't have to tell him

It'll be our little secret, you know?

Listen, hey

Señorita, I'd really love to meet ya

Maybe sip a margarita on the beach to set the mood

And nothing would be sweeter, believe me, señorita

If I make ya, I'll complete ya

Come make, make me rude

Please believe me

I'm young, free and I'm easy

And down for the sleazy

In fact, I freak completely

From Brighton to Tahiti, you can see me

Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches

Ayo, all right, you know?

Don't get it twisted 'cause yeah, I'm voyeuristic

But I ain't some kind of misfit

That's watching your every move, no

I mean, I watch you

You're hot, so I spot you

And the way you work the middle got me thinking 'bout food

Peach perhaps, watermelons and baps

While I'm tryna keep my raps slack free and attract ya

Yo, I'm the kind up, early and packed to go

Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches

You're gonna love it

The way she works the middle, man

Oh my gosh, oh my daisy

Learn to be a Dub Pistols again

Wanna be at the curtain inside for me

Own the bit, yeah, own the bit

Down the peaches

Yeah, you got the bumping style

Down the peaches

I see you, girl

Down the peaches

I see you, girl

Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches

Now that's a good look, the way they swing

We'll be walking down the beach with the sand beneath our feet

And a peach within reach to the left and to the right

And since they're all ripe and I would like to pick me one

But I'm a man who's got a fetish for a peach and not a plum

She probably runs laps because she's got healthy lungs

Me, I'm up with the sun and I'll be out until it's done

You need a little lotion? Girl, I'll carry some

When I'm

Walking on the beaches, looking at the peaches

I'll rub it in for you, baby, yeah

Girl on the beaches

Girl on the beaches

Girl on the beaches

Girl on the beaches

Girl on the beaches

Girl on the beaches

Girl on the beaches