A$AP Ferg - Fiesta REMIX lyrics

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A$AP Ferg - Fiesta REMIX lyrics

[Hook: Lil Ceno] Now I be cracking and rolling All my n***as totin' Got bad b**hes with sow-ins, all these hoes be going Rock Trues, and Robin's, dreads so they jockin I got the fe-fe rocking Tron, flats, and molly Like get money, we spend it, shake it open catchin' This kush I bring we hit it, Rolling kush I been it It's cracking I'm rolling, all my n***as totin' Got bad b**hes with sow-ins All these hoes be going [Verse 1: Lil Ceno] Say Sicko what's popping, ball like the Houston Rockets All I know is swerve and swag, and tall money is knockin' And our bullets are so vicious Got your a** stop wishing I'm on you like a mission Like a mess is in here, we can't lose so we winning That's why I be grinning I'm popping all the ectasy My night Is just beginning Rolling stone tatted Speak country, what's happening? These b**h n***as be whining, cause contracts I be signing My Gucci hat is linen all my hoes they out here get it On my pimping if you with it Hope this SK make them ribbit Till they stop it, bullets hitting Like Wayne with no ceilings And we mobbing, mobbing, say Sicko yeah we coming [Hook] [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] All my homies rising, I be ASAP mobbing In Miami Colors, chilling with some hoes All my money powder, all my shoes Italian Bruh bruh I ain't lying, It's Gucci on my toes Ksubi all in my clothes, big a** booty all in my hoes Light skin cutie, supermodel, she ain't worried 'bout my dawg Girl you 'bout to miss your show, shake that candy out of your nose Jeremy Scott gon' be mad, why he pay your a** to walk We about to head to New York, might just hit up Nicki Minaj Tired of Trinidad and be wildin', But I'm finna have a ball Can't forgot about Sicko, head to Chiraq and be lo' Might just hit up 300 for the smoke Cause OTF can get it for the low [Hook] Verse 3: Lil [Trav] The hole it be rocking, I got bands in my pocket, and Sicko steady mobbing Got hella rocks and robins I'm tatted like a Mexican These Hoes know I be flexing man I'm on the end no checking in And I don't do no flodgin' Out west we be cuttin' though, We see little thots in booty shorts They hop out in a vino, and you know we be doing us They hit up the liquor store, Then we hit the fifi up We bail out and they jocking us, cause my whole team be dreaded up Sicko and them be Guccied up, Sicko and them be Louied up Got these b**hes going crazy, that's the word around our town Big bands in my pocket, I don't carry no wallet get out my dick I'm stunting, got the baddest b**hes watching [Hook]