Music: George Miller/James Baker/Oren Yoel
Lyrics: Oren Yoel/AUGUST 08/BlocBoy JB/Maurice Powell
Producer: Oren Yoel/BlocBoy JB/Joji
Ayyy Yaaaa
As fresh as the breeze and
The dew in the morning
Ayyy Yaaaa
Never felt the drought
way you fill my cup
Ayyy Yaaaa
you blessed me so damn good
I barely could stay up
Ayyy Yaaaa
Never felt the drought
way you fill my cup
Take you on a picnic
then for a ride
Ride it out
Ride it out, Ride
Leave the door open
Let me come inside
A spoon full of love in your
Peach Jam my favorite pick me up
No plans rather stay in witcha
Hot Damn so tasty on my tongue
Peach Jam
I'm the only one u spread em' for
Only one u spread it for
You my baby like fetus
Got her on her knees like she praying to Jesus
Bitches call us when they need u
Been trappinβ all week, got two or three beepers
And my shooters on go
Say you a hitter, my nigga thatβs a no n
Hit your nigga in a band
She heard you coming in and she ran out the backdoor
Can we just chill for a while
Ima tell you how I feel when you smile
Ima show you how a nigga live in the wil
Now I got you wet like the Nile River
Iβm a sauce dripper, East side Cripper
With my dogs like Clifford
Girl you got me opening my heart like a blizzard
Lookinβ at my call, thatβs your bitch, I done hit he
So you better not kiss her
Take you on a picnic
then for a ride
Ride it out
Ride it out, Ride
Leave the door open
Let me come inside
A spoon full of love in your
Peach Jam my favorite pick me up
No plans rather stay in witcha
Hot Damn so tasty on my tongue
Peach Jam
I'm the only one u spread em' for
Only one u spread it for
Peach Jam my favorite pick me up
No plans rather stay in witcha
Hot Damn so tasty on my tongue
Peach Jam
I'm the only one u spread em' for
Only one u spread it for