Peaches Remix chords by Justin Bieber

• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Justin Bieber - "Peaches" (Remix) featuring Ludacris, Usher & Snoop Dogg

Intro:

Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7 Cmaj7



Verse 1:
         Fmaj7
I get my peaches out in Georgia
                  Em7
Apple Bottom from New York, orange in Florida
                          Dm7
Vitamin C mixed with this vitamin D, now you got vitamin me
         Cmaj7
And your prescriptions fill more than them trees in California
           Fmaj7
I'm always gon' adore ya', kiss you and caress you
Em7
Anything just to spoil ya, gift ya', protect ya
Dm7
Sex ya' like you never been sexed
              Cmaj7
Got your legs shakin' like the Go-Go Challenge, so "Who's next?"
Fmaj7
Crushed grapes in my Mauritius
                      Em7
Girl you my flavor of love, you so delicious

I'ma make you my missus
          Dm7
All these candy-coated kisses, you my strawberry shortcake
Cmaj7
That ass'll make me catch a charge and miss the court day
Fmaj7
Sweet as honeydew, watch me kneel right in front of you
Em7
We'll set the world on fire, then have a blunt or two
Dm7
I got the keys, we can have it on lock
      Cmaj7
And I lick it like ice cream with a cherry on top


Verse 2:
      Fmaj7
And I say, oh (Oh)
                      Em7
The way I breathe you in (In)
                         Dm7
It's the texture of your skin

I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby
Cmaj7
Never let you go, oh
           Fmaj7
And I say, oh
                          Em7
There's nothing like your touch
                         Dm7
It's the way you lift me up, yeah
            Cmaj7
And I'll be right here with you 'til the end of time


Chorus:
                        Fmaj7
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
                       Em7
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
                          Dm7
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
                              Cmaj7
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)


Verse 2:
                        Fmaj7
Don't make me think she mad at you
                               Em7
She from ?: so she got little attitude

She do what she wanna do
Dm7
Wonder where she learn to bounce that booty
                  Cmaj7
What's her secret? I bet I'm on my way to freak it
           Fmaj7
I bought a flight, I need her with me
       Em7
On the westside, she'll be here tonight
Dm7                                                     Cmaj7
She from Atlanta, she smoke, we call that a peach tree, ooh-we
                        Fmaj7
I got peach from out of Georgia
                         Em7
Only on that understands me
                                         Dm7
Only one that know how this lifestyle can be

Always meet me in the middle
Cmaj7
Circle of trust, she in the center
          Fmaj7
Even when she did it
                 Em7
But I ?: on the upper east
                           Dm7
Big Apple, but I love that peach
   Cmaj7
So ripe, and a bright eye


Chorus:
                        Fmaj7
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
                       Em7
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
                          Dm7
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
                              Cmaj7
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)



Verse 4:
Fmaj7
Land of the tree, home is the base
Em7
Kush in my woods, smokin' with grace
Dm7
Pass it around and give them a taste
            Cmaj7
And you can tell that it's fire by the look of they face
Fmaj7
Blame it on Dogg, I did it again
      Em7                                   Dm7
Whole VIP smellin' like it's Christmas, you don't wanna miss this
                                  Cmaj7
California weed on ten, this hits different

I'm like "JB, where you been?"
       Fmaj7
This a knockout, nothin' but the heavyweight
           Em7
Everywhere I go, California weed, state to state
         Dm7
You know I got it on me, finest only
                       Cmaj7
I'm in the buildin', I make a phone call to all my out of town homies
Fmaj7
I'm the ambassador of legalization
Em7
I got a passion, I'm leadin' the nation
         Dm7
Hater be hatin' a lot, but all the Dogg got
     Cmaj7
Is a lot of money, weed and patience


Chorus:
                        Fmaj7
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
                       Em7
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
                          Dm7
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
                              Cmaj7
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)
                        Fmaj7
I got my peaches out in Georgia (Oh, yeah, shit)
                       Em7
I get my weed from California (That's that shit)
                          Dm7
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass bitch)
                              Cmaj7
I get my light right from the source, yeah (Yeah, that's it)


Outro:
Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7 Cmaj7
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