[Intro] Alright, pretty people, You know why we're here. You want the peach? You gotta earn the peach. Five... six... Five, six, seven, eight— [Verse 1] Get your feet wide, get your shoulders back, Drop that ass like you mean all that. Chest up high, don't fold, don't quit, If your thighs ain't shaking, you ain't doing shit. Down real slow, now drive it high, Yeah, I know it burns—that's why. You can bitch, you can cry, you can curse my name, But nobody built an ass sitting out the game. [Pre-Chorus] Down—two, three, four, Up—two, three, four, You came here wanting more, So I'm giving you more. Ten more! Don't give me that face. Ten more! Put that ass in its place! [Chorus] Get low! Get up! Get low! Get up! If you want that ass, better put in the work! SQUAT! SQUAT! SQUAT! Till your fucking thighs hurt! Down—two, three, four! Up—two, three, four! Nobody got a peach sitting round on the floor! SQUAT! SQUAT! SQUAT! Come on, give me ten more! PEACHY. [Extended Instrumental Dance Break] [Verse 2] Look at me, babe, this ain't divine intervention, This right here takes time and attention. Suné gave the face, I'll give her that, But I built these thighs and I built this ass. One for the left cheek, one for the right, One for the trousers fitting too tight. One for the heads turning everywhere I go, Now get that fucking backside LOW. [Pre-Chorus] Down—two, three, four, Up—two, three, four, Your legs say no— But I said four more! Four! Three! Two! ...one more. [Brief pause] I lied. TEN MORE! [Chorus] Get low! Get up! Get low! Get up! If you want that ass, better put in the work! SQUAT! SQUAT! SQUAT! Till your fucking thighs hurt! Down—two, three, four! Up—two, three, four! Nobody got a peach sitting round on the floor! SQUAT! SQUAT! SQUAT! Come on, give me ten more! PEACHY. [Extended Instrumental Dance Break] [Bridge] Can't walk tomorrow? That's tomorrow's problem. Can't feel your thighs? Then you've finally got 'em. Sweat on your back, legs giving out, That's what the fuck we're talking about. You want soft? Wrong class. You want easy? Wrong ass. You want everybody looking when you walk on by? Then get— Low. Lower. ...lower. PEACHY. [Major Extended Instrumental Dance Break] [Final Chorus] GET LOW! GET UP! GET LOW! GET UP! If you want that ass, better put in the work! SQUAT! SQUAT! SQUAT! Till your fucking thighs hurt! Down—two, three, four! Up—two, three, four! Nobody got a peach sitting round on the floor! SQUAT! SQUAT! SQUAT! Come on, give me ten more! Get low! GET LOW! Get up! GET UP! Keep that fucking peach going up and down! SQUAT! SQUAT! SQUAT! Don't you stop now! [Final Dance Break] [Outro] ...Peachy.
