Fiesta - Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Chorus: Lord Tariq 

Party  all night  fiesta  forever 
Getting cheddar  whatever  together  whatever 

Verse 1: Lord Tariq 

One dres on the six  I resurrect the willie  hottest (dick) 
I'm rich  plotter on your daughter  I'm magician cause I trick 
And your man wanna flip  cause I'm poppin that (shit) 
Takin the shop (bitch)  yo honey hoppin the whip 
(Shit's) real  I won't hit it  niggas droppin  will split 
Spend the money, matter fact, I've seen these crouch it can get 
Take the keys to the reigns, black 4.6, cause all the (bitches) want this 
PDS on your fist, platinum on your neck, show part on your wrist 
Take it, no I insist, we can (fuck) in the morning 
And shop through the day 
Tonight Max was performing so we can go play 
Huh, jealousy and envy lurch through the party 
When the women see the up (dick) it's luster for your body 
Considered drug-dealers because we spark rollies and 
His and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer 
So let's just 

Chorus (2x) 

Verse 2: Lord Tariq 

Aiyyo Gunz, I met this freaky (bitch) about a week ago 
In New York, by the beacon yo, lookin like a sneaky hoe 
Even though she had a few friends, about 3 or 4 
Standing by the sneaker-store, and said that she seen me before 
But I don't believe it yo, she must have seen the ice-shinin 
Beneath the sleeve-roll, she like the way the diamonds go 
Never mind (bitch), I'm about to blow, I gotta swerve 
And she had the on fast to commin ass, she can go 
Without a question yo, backseat the hard one 
Parked around the corner, laid pipe like a plummer 
Ran through her all summer, from tha morning to tha night 
And I even trick a little, kepting shorty tight