R. Kelly - Fiesta Lyrics

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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?

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?

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[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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