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peezy - fiesta lyrics

[intro]
fiesta, fiesta (tre, what you cookin’?)
fiesta, fiesta (wave, this the one, foe)

[chorus]
fiesta, fiesta
my check up, my check up
six chains on, my neck hurt
b_tch beggin’ me to come outside, gotta wait ’til i’m dressed first

[verse]
you know when it come to pape’, i’m an expert
millionaire n_gga out the dirt, know my ex hurt
can’t cheat the grind, overtime, gotta put in that legwork
elevators in the crib, had to run up the stairs first
lamborghini skrrt when i pull off the lot
got a hun’ in jewelry on and i just put on a watch
cars trailin’ me in traffic when i pull off thе block
i’m jefe around this b_tch, you bettеr not play with my top
i’m gettin’ money, i might put on my opps, give ’em a chance
let ’em make a diss, then we spin, go k!ll ’em again
met amigo plug, we friends, he send ’em advance
no pressure, when the bag get done, he get all his cash
why the f_ck wouldn’t i stay independent? i get all the cash
make them crackers give me the bag, didn’t split it in half
i’m a crack baby, mind on a billion, want sh_t i ain’t have
she act right, i buy her chanels, ain’t sh_t but a bag
had every rollie you can think of
make a toast, drink up, tell my haters keep up
police askin’ me stuff, told ’em i ain’t see much
too busy lookin’ down at my rollie with the v cuts
all these n_ggas p_ssy, get a wax, you need to clean up
face got too known up on that road, i had to ease up
i can sleep the whole f_ckin’ day away and still be up
all you n_ggas in a low tax bracket stop bringin’ p up
get your crew slain speakin’ on the captain
on vacation in the hamptons, still bet i make it happen
be with well_known assassins, press a b_tton, they get active
put your feet up in the air just like nasa, make you blast off
last time them b_tches called me broke, i took the cast off
now they can’t stop callin’, i done— huh
now they can’t stop callin’, i done ran that f_ckin’ bag up
man, i had to stop listenin’ to these n_ggas ’cause they ass suck
all these digi scales and these chickens that got bagged up
see these n_ggas out, these n_ggas finished, ain’t got five bucks
man, i might just quit rappin’ like in five months
it’s just too much fake sh_t, it f_ck the vibe up
i hit black to get a thousand_dollar lineup
hit the coldest hoes in the hair salons, don’t mind us
design district in miami, i just f_cked a dime up
and made it back before i got back in the car
i’m a f_ckin’ drug dealer, ain’t no motherf_ckin’ star
it’s kinda hard to blend in when you in these foreign cars
ayy, we done came a long way, i be on dates with p_rnstars
came in the game goin’ hard and we still goin’ hard, n_gga, fiesta
[chorus]
fiesta, fiesta
fiesta, fiesta
b_tch, my check up, my check up
yeah, my neck hurt, my neck hurts
my neck hurt, my neck hurt

[outro]
yeah
(what up, loudboy?)

- peezy lyrics

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