Testo Fiesta - Sicko Mobb feat. A$AP Ferg
Testo della canzone Fiesta (Sicko Mobb feat. A$AP Ferg), tratta dall'album Fiesta (Remix)
Now I be cracking and rolling
All my niggas totin'
Got bad bitches with sow-ins, all these hoes be going
Rock Trues, and Robin's, dreads so they jockin I got the fe fe rocking
Tron, flats and molly, like get money, we spend it shake it open catchin
It's cause Chi-raq we here man, broke niggas y'all banned
It's cracking I'm rolling, all my niggas totin'
Got bad bitches with sow-ins
All these hoes be going
Say Sicko what's popping, ball like the Houston Rockets
All I know is swerve and swag, and tall money is knockin
And our bullets are so vicious
Got your ass stop wishing I'm on you like a mission
Like a mess is in here, we can't lose so we winning
That's why I be grinning I'm popping all the ectasy
My night Is just beginning Rolling stone tatted
Speak country, what's happening?
These bitch niggas be wilding, cause contracts I be signing
My Gucci hat is linen all my hoes they out here get it
On my pimping if you with it Hope this SK make them ribbit
Till they stop it, bullets hitting
Like Wayne with no ceilings
And we mobbing, mobbing, say Sicko yeah we coming
The hole it be rocking, I got bands in my pocket, and Sicko steady mobbing
Got hella rocks and robins I'm tatted like a Mexican
These Hoes know I be flexing man
I'm on the end no checking in And I don't do no flaugin
Out west we be cuttin' though, We see little thots in booty shorts
They hop out in a vino, and you know we be doing us
They hit up the liquor store, Then we hit the fifi up
We bail out and they jocking us, cause my whole team be dreaded up
Sicko and them be Guccied up, Sicko and them be Louied up
Got these bitches going crazy, that's the word around our town
Big bands in my pocket, I don't carry no wallet get out my dick
I'm stunting, got the baddest bitches watching
Sicko be rocking and rolling
Damn it bitch we totting Keep it cracking no loafing
Bad bitches I'm stroking She give me top, she choking, bopping and rolling
Gucci on me in motion, he talking till he frozen
Pistol on me I'm sparking, parade on this block, we marching
Clean the gun, no flaugin I shoot to hit my target
Sicko rushing, they mobbing And we don't do no talking
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Writer(s): Delon Sneed, Corey Fields, Maurice Larry
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