paroles de chanson Festive - SuperFly Mixx feat. Ladain

Hola
Como Esta
Yes, Sí

Huh

Oh I don't know what that mean

BOUNCE

Yea
Yea yea
Hey

Mind gone... been in my zone all night

Ay she came here wit her man but she leaving wit a real nigga
Yea that ass phat, ima make it just a lil bigger
Bring that ass back, let me show I deal wit it
You know where it's at, baby come & let a real nigga chill witcha
You coming wit me, so get a grip mami
I told her dame cabeza, just the tip mami/
Shawty tried to flex like she a boss bitch
Told her who I was & she lost it
My sauce lit, bitch I'm super gravy
I'm too wavy don't you ever think that you can play me
She got daddy issues but that ass phat
So I let her call me Papi when I smash that

Ay, feelin festive
Popping bottles wit a model in my section
I need a stripper wit a bag & no direction
Anybody outta line Ima correct them
Swear my mind gone & we been in the zone all night
And my homie just got in on a flight
Call Lil mama over here she looking right

If I take another shot, gah dammit ima pass out
Grinding on me slow, on the flo', yea that ass soft
Got a Houston Rocket in my pocket bout to blast off
Only way I'm tryna end this night is wit my pants off, that's all
Lil mama peeping, I see her creeping over
I'm everything but sober, living La Vida Loca
Better watch yo girl, soon as you blink it's over
Section full of winning niggas what she geeking over
I'm just tryna give her dick & dinner
I'll be hitting it all summer, she'll be thick by winter
Listen up, it's a fuckin celebration
You can puff on medication & say fuck whoever hating, ok

Ay, feelin festive
Popping bottles wit a model in my section
I need a stripper wit a bag & no direction
Anybody outta line Ima correct them
Swear my mind gone & we been in the zone all night
And my homie just got in on a flight
Call Lil mama over here she looking right

I walked in wit a bunch of bank on me, I'm from HTown so it ain't a fuckin stain on me
Let'em hate now & leave them in a suckas place homie
Only bad bitches & they love to taste on me
So what's the play homie, I'm like
Bring a bottle, cuz she being too modest
Put that liquor in her system
Let's see how much she swallow
Let's get lit, drink it up & laugh about it
We, in the VIP, it's a private after party
Now let me get on, that fly shit I been on
Whip super sick, but wait till I throw the tint on
Fly as big poppa in my dad hat
It's only right she call me papi when I smash that

Ay, feelin festive
Popping bottles wit a model in my section
I need a stripper wit a bag & no direction
Anybody outta line Ima correct them
Swear my mind gone & we been in the zone all night
And my homie just got in on a flight
Call Lil mama over here she looking right