PEACH FANTA FROM ATLANTA

[Intro]
She mine, she mine, she mine, ayy
Ayy, all my twerkers, don't stop, ayy
All mine, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Okay, she my Peach Fanta from Atlanta, ayy
She know how to love me the right way, ayy
Way, ayy-ayy
Ayy, she my Peach Fanta from Atlanta, ayy
She know how to love me the right way, ayy-ayy, ayy
Way, ayy-ayy

[Verse]
My pretty little Peach Fanta from Atlanta
Can you come give me your hand with my emotional baggage?
You look good when you upset, you look good when you happy
You look good without makeup, you look good when you have it
I got enough gas for us to smoke
Just hit a little bit of this dope
I'm just hopin' that you cope
With the way a nigga move and how all my niggas roll
And we ain't gotta brag, we can keep this on the low, oh for sure
My little shawty, my little whoadie
You the best, you my one and you my only
And you the only one I'm callin' when I'm lonely
I love you like you [Marlene?]

[Chorus]
Okay, she my Peach Fanta from Atlanta, ayy
She know how to love me the right way, ayy
Way, ayy-ayy
Ayy, she my Peach Fanta from Atlanta, ayy
She know how to love me the right way, ayy-ayy, ayy
Way, ayy-ayy