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