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
Artist: Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz
Title: Fiesta