My Feria Lyrics

My Feria lyrics

feat. Baby Beesh, DJ Kane, Low-G 

Intro (DJ Kane): 
Ooh, Feria 
Oh,
oh, oh, My Feria 

Chorus (DJ Kane): repeat 2X
I'm in love with my
feria 
What I would for my feria 
I stay true to my feria 
Because my
feria loves me 

1st Verse (SPM): 
I got a fat girl, With a big ol'
face 
And "In God we trust" tattooed around her waist 
Helped
me beat a dope case 
And she paid off the judge 
I bet her on the Cubs
and the Phoenix Suns 
Her name is Cashola way over Maria 
She bought me a
casino in South Korea 
How we roll, You have no-oh idea 
She runs with
hoes like Christina "La Bolia" 
She never bounce like a check

Put a ounce in my vet 
Got a house and a jet 
She my spouse and my
friend 
Put my cousin through college and bought my grandma a lil' ranch

She crazy 
Always chase me tryna get in my pants 
Ha, Ha!


Chorus 2x

2nd Verse (SPM): 
She come from a tree but she
ain't Mary Jane 
I'm talkin' 'bout my paper, Maan! 
Never fake or
counterfeit, My Madam Loiselle 
Bought me snacks up in jail 
Until they
granted me bail 
My jew-els 
Surround my platinum gabelles 
She can't
spell but she can sure count well 
Record sales make her swell 
Bought my
first two twelves 
My first sound system bang and rock the bells 
Lock and
load, Clock and fold 
Pocket swoll' 
Rock n' roll out the door 
For
pots of gold 
Congratulator shoot haters like Space Invaders 
So much
feria I bought a swimming pool for my neighbors 

Chorus 2x 

3rd
Verse (Baby Beesh): 
Now we gonna ride like the wind 
My lover, my
dividend 
She my feria, I'm her daddy, and she my best friend 
Got me
spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica 
Ooh my fettucini, Ooh I love my paper

When she get outta line 
Papi gonna get on her grind 
Facing
penitentiary time 
But she's eventually mine 
Same color as my hydro

I swear to God the only bitch I'll ever die for 
Or rob for 

4th
Verse (Low-G): 
I go to war for my peso 
My queso 
My villete's, Que
bella 
Te miras como una estrella 
Da' playa' 
El jugador 
El
fumador 
Todo mundo sabe lo que haria por tu amor 
Oye chico 
You got
my federico? 
Pobrecito 
Now I gotta call my primo 
El Cochino

Suck the blood like Dracula 
I'm in the hood flippin' cookies with my
spatula 

Chorus 2x