Kodak Black - Feelin’ Peachy (Текст и слова песни)

[Intro]
You know I needed you, why would leave me?
Keeping it real every day, it ain't easy
Sorry this ain't orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin' calamari out my teeth, baby

[Chorus]
This is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin' calamari out my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi's on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don't like this talking, I'm gon' squeeze, baby

[Verse 1]
You know I needed you, why would you leave me?
Keeping it real every day, it ain't easy
Cardigans weather, it come out next season
[?] would you just stay with me please
I'ma bless lil' mama like she sneezing
Scored a triple double for my nieces
I just bought a Rover for no rеason
I'm on house arrest, I can't evеn leave
Locked up in the pen, but I ain't peed
The water dripping off me Aquafina
Love my uncle [?] uncle [?]
Love my auntie [?] auntie [?]
Blowing all this money 'cause it freeze
Scamming in Miami by the beach
Telling on your homies, that ain't Z
Boy, I heard you ratted for a cheesecake
[Chorus]
This is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin' calamari out my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi's on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don't like this talking, I'm gon' squeeze, baby

[Verse 2]
Snipers and the beams in lil' lil' Haiti
Sipping on the lean but I ain't lazy
[?] bae, check your saving
Skeeted on her face, she say "Don't waste it"
I been smoking coffee with the weed
I'ma keep you healthy selling P's
Devil wanna sign me, what's the plea?
Double nines on me, I'm from 18th
Louis V peach-colored blanket
Dogging on these bitches, I got rabies
Hitting her from the back, I told her face me
I been getting a lot of money lately
Cardi B, I hope you like your bracelet
Shawty say I'm handsome for a Haitian
I just rent the Spider for the weekend
Lying on my dick but it ain't shrinking
[Chorus]
Sorry, this ain't orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin' calamari out my teeth, baby (Yuh)
Might just put them Forgi's on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don't like this talking, I'm gon' squeeze, baby, yeah

[Verse 3]
Cracka tryna tell me go to sleep
I been writing lyrics after 3
Brother told me fuck it stick to rappin'
Everybody know you 'bout yo action
White girl say she feeling peachy
I still smell the pussy on my pinky
Bae that pussy taste like, tangerine

[Chorus]
Sorry, this ain't orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pickin' calamari out my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi's on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don't like this talking, I'm gon' squeeze, baby, uh