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letra de fiesta - meechy718

verse 1: meechy

all of my n-ggas is problems
you know me lowkey the hood call me robin
we do not care for no goblins
say you a goon put a screw in ya noggin
run up a bag i be joggin
boy you so broke and yo b-tch in here bobbin
in the spot with my sh-t on they noddin
shoot for my shot and i feel like i’m rodman
ignition the whip brody driving
pack in the mail got me serving that mileage
middle finger the campus and college
n-ggas is popped why you panic just stop it
if we all cool then f-ck it we vibing
got some locs on the island no shaolin
like the pope how i f-ck on my goddess
ain’t a joke if i quote i’m just honest

hook: meechy

fiesta
hood rich gon pop out thе tesla
stress her
wе getting money can’t stress her
lil bruh she tell me you fess her
rookie (p-ssy)
i cannot fold under pressure
tookie (ayoo cig)
where the cash at
i get the breeshy my nephew gon cash that
with a kat stacks
we finna get treeshy can’t give her the cash app
out in baghdad
we staining and swiping and trapping go bag that
n-ggas cap cap
pinata ya matta my rolla gon back back
verse 2: ocean

fiesta
locs in the party so vest up
la vida loca my life crazy
been living reckless the feds raiding
yea i’ma dump yea my sh-t stanky
oops i don’t wipe not no slime baby
ocean and meech got this sh-t jumping
turn off the lights ain’t no quick pumping
he spoke too much now that citch slumping
p-ssy
don’t feel remorse cuz he ratatouille
he move like scooby he thought he knew me
we call me snoochies cuz ain’t sh-t groovy
she gave me head so that mean she blue me
2 fingers a thumb in her b-tt
we under the blue light wassup
you f-ck wit my family it’s up
i came in the party with chucks
it’s birds in the room they go cluck
i won’t sell my soul for a buck
they think they big dogs they some pups
it’s time that i turn this sh-t up
b-tch move out my way interupt
ocean
fiesta
bridge: meechy

yea i’m rollxn but my brother be moven
(moven and rollxn get straight to the cash)
don’t you get it twisted sh-t is a union
(n-gga talking crazy turn em to ash)
i ain’t jackin d-ckies he ain’t jackin you snoochin’
(you can’t come here go and get you a pass)
i ain’t jackin d-ckies he ain’t jackin you snoochin’
(if you ain’t from here better hope you could last)

hook: meechy

fiesta
hood rich gon pop out the tesla
stress her
we getting money can’t stress her
lil bruh she tell me you fess her
rookie (p-ssy)
i cannot fold under pressure
tookie (ayoo cig)
where the cash at
i get the breeshy my nephew gon cash that
with a kat stacks
we finna get treeshy can’t give her the cash app
out in baghdad
we staining and swiping and trapping go bag that
n-ggas cap cap
pinata ya matta my rolla gon back back

- meechy718

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