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FLEEK

 

FLEEK


Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (This t-shirt)
Balenciaga, my feet (My keys)
No cap, I'm really on fleek (Yeah, yeah)
No rap, I'm still on my Gs (My Gs)
I doubt you really a P, nigga
Bite on my swag for a week (For a week)
You'll prolly get a bag for the price of a feat'

Ayy, need me a karat (A karat)
Only way they gon' know I'm established (I'm established)
Pass the phone to my bitch for my caption (And get dumped)
Pass the phone to his clique when he capping (Ew, joke)
That boy a goofy, loosies
Yeah, I'm still humble but check out the bleu cheese (Cheese)
Yeah, I wan' head but I'm feeling the coochie (Straight up)
Yeah, they still hating, ain't a whole lot to it
I spent a whole lotta bags on denim
Put pain on his verse, I don't feel him (Huh?)
Why he act like a bitch, huh?
Talking 'bout opps, ain't nobody tryna kill him
Double Lamb in the car, I don't even wanna spin 'em
This a real banana clip, I don't even wanna peel 'em
Came up with the drip, I don't think I could spill (No, no, no, no)
Pay twenty K for my face in the building
Walk in the spot with a, ooh, pass me the boof
I'm with a boo, promise this hoe keep on touching my jewels
He got no money and she want the money
So she getting horny right off of the blues
I got it on me (On me), every link on my body a trophy, nigga
You do not know me (Hell nah)
Better watch your bop, lil' homie, she tryna come to the streets

Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (This t-shirt)
Balenciaga, my feet (My keys)
No cap, I'm really on fleek (Fleek)
No rap, I'm still on my Gs (Gs)
I doubt you really a P, nigga
Bite on my swag for a week
You'll prolly get a bag for the price of a feat'

Ayy, bag for the price of a feat'
Mike Dimes big G, seven Os on me (Yeah, hold on)
Fettucine, Mardi Gras with a model
She bad but don't think she a three (I don't think)
I be thumbing thumbing, thumbing, get to the green
Count a hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, don't use machines
You be chasing pussy? Don't coming to me (Huh?)
I be running from it, got too many on me (Why?)
I got bags for sale, go and crack the sale
Y'all be gassing junky niggas just 'cause they smack a bill
Promise they whack as hell, I don't like none of these niggas
In the same as all of these niggas (Shut up)
I don't even wanna talk to these niggas (No)
I'ma sit in silence, counting my figures (Yeah)
Paying bitches just to be in they captions
No cap, no lie (No lie), I can't be with them guys (Why?)
(They be sucking dick so they get on their knees)
No cap, no lie (No lie), I can't be with them guys (Why?)
(I charge a whole lick for two-point-five)
No cap, no lie, I can't be with them guys (Why?)
(Know they all the same with a whole lotta guys)
No cap, no lie, I can't be with them guys
(Bitch nigga, I be fucking your wife)
No cap, no lie

I got YSL tag on my tee
And Balenciaga, my feet
That's no cap, I'm really on fleek
No rap, I'm still on my Gs
I doubt you really a P, nigga

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