Low G - My Feria lyrics

[DJ Kane] Feria Feria Chorus: DJ Kane I'm in love with my feria What I would do for my feria I stay true to my feria Because my feria loves me Repeat Chorus [South Park Mexican] (Verse 1) I got a fat girl With a big ol' face And "In God we trust," tattooed around her waist Help me beat the dope case and she paid off the judge I bet her on the Cubs and the Phoenix Suns Her name is Cashoda, way over Maria She bought me a casino, in South Korea How we roll, you have no, oh, idea She run with hoes like Christina la bolilla She never bounce like a check, put an 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 new ranch She crazy, always chase me, tryin' to get in my pants (Ha ha) Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 2) She come from a tree, but she ain't Mary Jane I'm talkin' 'bout my paper, mayne Never fake or counterfeit, my Madam Izeal Bought me snacks up in jail until they grantin' me bail My j**els Surround my platinum kazels She can't spell, but she can sure count well Records sales, make her swell, bought my first two Quells My first sound system bangin' "Rock The Bells" Lock and load, clock and fold Pockets swoll Rock and roll, out the door With pots of gold Congratulators shoot haters like Space Invaders So much feria, I bought a swimming pool for my neighbors Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 3) [Baby Bash] Now we gon' ride like the wind, my lover, my dividend She my feri', I'm her daddy, and she, my best friend Got me spendin' weekends in Kingston, Jamaica Oooh, my fettucini Oooh, I love my paper When she get out of line, papi gon' get on the grind Facin' penitentiary time, but she's eventually mine Same color as my hydro I swear to God The only b**h I'll ever die for Or ride for [Low G] I go to war, for my peso, my queso My billetes Que bella Te miras como una estrella The player El Jugador, el fumador Todo el mundo sabe los que aria por tu amor Oye chico You got my Federico Pobresito Now I got to call my primo El cochino s** the blood like Dracula I'm in the hood, flippin' cookies with my spatula Repeat Chorus Twice