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Fiesta lyrics

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     Fiesta
    >> R Kelly
     
        Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
    Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
    Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
    Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm...
    Chillin in my four point six at the light
    Bout to be VIP for the night
    Shorty in the drop top V made a right
    Pull up to her bumper baby, beeped twice
    Jumped out the whip like I was the police
    Didn't have a gun, but my wrist said freeze
    Got Friday on a DVD
    She's a baller and I'm a baller
    Wha-what?
    1 - To all my hot girls
    Livin' fiesta
    To all my hot boys
    Livin' fiesta
    To all my Chi town niggas
    Fiesta
    And all my uptown niggas
    Fiesta
    To all my players and my hustlers
    Fiesta
    And if you sittin' on them blades
    Fiesta
    To all my honeys in the club
    Fiesta
    And if you rollin' with a thug
    Fiesta
    We be off in the club sippin lot
    Red eye deep in the club puffin' Lye
    Strippers in the back of the club showing live
    Soon as I get a buzz I'm showing out
    House on top of the hill
    Counting what?
    Whose gonna buy the bar?
    Got enough
    Take the haters out in the back, rough 'em up
    I'm a baller now where's my ballers?
    Wha-what?
    Repeat 1
    We pop Cris on a daily base
    Plus we got honeys all up in the place
    Bout to wild out in a major way
    So put your hands up if you made your pay
    Add a little juice to the Tangaray
    But let the ice show till the diamond fades
    Rockland sittin' on Capitol Hill
    Trackmaster make capital deals
    [Gotti]
    Now look at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling
    And a big body sittin' on them gleamy things
    Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream
    Kelly, R&B Thug and it sings to king
    Got PJ niggas in caprime green
    (Thugged out)
    Hot chicks down to do anything
    Cop them mo chicks
    Cop mo bricks, pop mo Cris
    Ay Kelly drop mo hits
    [Boo]
    What you know about them cats
    That be spendin' the dough
    Every day drink Henney and a bottle of Mo
    'Ride whips, hittin' chicks
    Blowin' twenties on drough
    To the club thirty deep
    Plenty of ice to show
    Mami say she never rolled in a six before
    (Fiesta)
    Never seen a young cat this rich before
    Yeah Kelly made the way for these niggas to blow
    Thugged out, 2G, Rockland for sure
    Repeat 1
     
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