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fiesta - freshito lyrics

all these singles in my knot feel like a stripper b*tch
h*lla smart but a n*gga still ignorant
two hands hold these bands while you penny pinch
ain’t got no friends , got real homies and a realer b*tch
smoking grass by the field , plotting seeing me some mils
hit the plug like what the deal
exotic in , this sh*t look teal
remember when i used to steal
do the dash behind the wheel
real n*gga to the will
heart dead , i cannot feel
if you see me in the party don’t approach me
young n*gga but i’m feeling like a og
overall great
got a trap and a yo , money coming in both ways
put the d*ck in her throat , she swallow it just like some dayquil
streets is f*cked up now street n*ggas they squeal
i can’t trust a soul , been that way since big wheels
got hittas on go , more ya know can’t hurt you
grown ass man y’all some kids wit a curfew
h*ll nah i ain’t buying b*tches no perfume
f*ck you think this is
b*tches got me f*cked thinking i’m a generous cluck
i ain’t got sh*t for ya but a muf*ckin nut
that’s on bruh
i ain’t passing none my blunts and i ain’t matching cuz yo gas ain’t gas enough
yo plug a still be on right now if you ain’t gas him up
my love was unconditional but n*ggas f*cked it up
attraction to her minimal i just wanna f*ck
i’m coolin and counting my racks
why is you all on my ass boy
go marathon you up a lil bag
broke and you hating that’s sad boy
when i was ass out in trap , down on my d*ck , where was you at?
now you want me to come give you a hand? can’t do that , but i still might clap
but my n*ggas still might clap atcha
all black looking like a life sn*tcha
all gas no brakes , see me flying past ya
know all day i’m dreaming bout stacks*ah
drop in my drink , moving so slow in my sh*ll tops , drink any more and a sh*ll might pop up
icy like ice rinks , colder than winter , got me a b*tch why would i wanna keep yours
huh?
answer me that
back in class used to sit in the back
stomach so loud you’d think it’s on crack
making it out , imma do that , then come back around , invest in my town
qc sh*t , our time is now
and i put that on my muf*ckin crown
fist in the air cuz a young n*gga proud
if she stare imma take her down
treat the pack like i’m mike jack , chris bobby brown
i beat it , it’s dancing. footloose town
speeding thru cameras , flash em a smile
paper the plates , paid by the eighths , pour out the ace , ain’t sipping no spade
50s and hunches laid up in the safe
cashin out on my knot feel like a stripper b*tch
i got bars like a prison or a kat*kit
h*ll nah ion pop no xans , i ain’t no silly b*tch
both pants filled wit bands while you penny pinch

all these dubs in my knot feel like a trap boy
all this drop in my cup look like it’s heroin
ain’t no yugi but got monsters on attack boy
all these woods got me zooted , gas like chevrons
smoking grass by the field
plotting on me some mils
hit the plug like what the deal
exotic in , this sh*t teal
remember when i used to steal
do the dash behind the wheel
real n*gga to the will
heart dead , i cannot feel

- freshito lyrics

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