Festive (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