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Fiesta! - Ameen Lyrics


By: Admin | Artist: A ameen | Published: 2024-29-09T17:25:41:00+07:00
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[intro]
plug studios
yuh
ayy
yo, it’s another one
yuh
b-tch

[chorus]
b-tch i am next up, take your b-tch
and then we throw a fiesta
put her in prada, i’m boujee, i’m extra
got off my -ss put in work and i stepped up
f-ck with my n-ggas and you getting stepped on
you ain’t bout’ sh-t p-ssy boy, get your rep up
love my designer, yes i love to dress up
walk in the spot, guarantee that i’m flexed up yuh

[verse 1]
never go broke, like i won the lotto
b-tch i’m a hoe, yu soy moy guapo
b-tch you is broke, pockets look flaco
you is a joke, say h-llo to draco
count up the o’s, two more to quattro
paint on her face, call me pic-sso
you could get smoked, just like tobacco
tell me you tote, but real life you not tho
got me some shooters, they stay around my place
you is a puta, i f-ck on your madre
you is a p-ssy, can’t say that to my face
slap you in front of your grandma and aunty
don’t need no scissors to prove that it’s clipped
i need me a strap, don’t like hurting my fists
you think it’s all cap til’ we pull up with sticks
i’m taking your crib and i’m taking your b-tch
i sip on that v while i f-ck up a check
they said i won’t make it, it’s cause and effect
i f-cked on his thot, now he angry he stressed
when you hear my name, hoe you better respect
no time for debating, you know that i’m next
y’all b-tches is salty, shout-out to my ex
don’t gotta keep typing, b-tch i saw your text
left that hoe on read, what the f-ck you expect?
chanel on my feet, and i got me a rover
made too much last week, i won’t stop til’ it’s over
i smoke too much gas, i don’t like being sober
don’t f-ck with me now, then don’t talk
when i’m older
they said i was bluffing, ain’t worth to look over
and now that i’m stunting they want to get closer
to think i was nothing, ain’t have no ones shoulder
now my chain is heavy, call that sh-t a boulder

[chorus]
b-tch i am next up, take your b-tch
and then we throw a fiesta
put her in prada, i’m boujee, i’m extra
got off my -ss put in work and i stepped up
f-ck with my n-ggas and you getting stepped on
you ain’t bout’ sh-t p-ssy boy, get your rep up
love my designer, yes i love to dress up
walk in the spot, guarantee that i’m flexed up yuh

[verse 2]
i got me a house up inside of the bank
i got me a maybach the size of a tank
i ball like montana, on top of the rank
a don like sinatra, for that i am frank
y’all n-ggas just switched up, i stayed in my lane
i was done, i was broke, i was going insane
i chill with your b-tch, have her doing a plank
i pull up, i spend it, i’m making it rain
they said i can’t do it, y’all n-ggas just clowned me
you want your b-tch? then don’t keep her around me
spent a hunnid’ just to glitter my time piece
you is a broke boy, no you can not buy these
took her to berdoof, yes i am a goodman
b-tch i did everything y’all said i wouldn’t
you tried to catch up to me and you couldn’t
these n-ggas copy me, these n-ggas students
you like to talk hot but when i’m there you’re quiet
you could get punched in your face, hoe be quiet
f-ck on your b-tch, leave you pressed, leave you crying
f-cking with me and i know that you’re wilding
i got me a bag, it don’t fit in the trunk
you don’t like me? well i don’t give a f-ck
me and my gang, we like f-cking sh-t up
b-tch you is stupid, you cuffing a sl-t
b-tch i am ruthless, my ice it is tough
she all on my body, she can’t get enough
b-tch i don’t do mercy, i only play rough
i got me two baddies, they all on my junk
i roll up some gas and it smell like a skunk
i drown in my ice, wet that sh-t and it sunk
i got me some hops, break the board when i dunk
hoe they could keep hating, i don’t give a f-ck

[chorus]
b-tch i am next up, take your b-tch
and then we throw a fiesta
put her in prada, i’m boujee, i’m extra
got off my -ss put in work and i stepped up
f-ck with my n-ggas and you getting stepped on
you ain’t bout’ sh-t p-ssy boy, get your rep up
love my designer, yes i love to dress up
walk in the spot, guarantee that i’m flexed up yuh
(b-tch i am flexed up)


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