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mike dimes - fleek lyrics

[chorus]
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, n+gga
bite on my swag for a week (for a week)
you’ll prolly get a bag for the price of a feat’

[verse 1]
ayy, need me a karat (a karat)
only way they gon’ know i’m established (i’m established)
pass the phone to my b+tch for my caption (and get dumped)
pass the phone to his clique when he cappin’ (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 feelin’ the coochie (straight up)
yeah, they still hatin’, ain’t a whole lot to it
i spеnt a whole lotta bags on denim
put pain on his versе, i don’t feel him (huh?)
why he act like a b+tch, huh?
talkin’ ’bout opps, ain’t n0body tryna k!ll 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 buildin’
walk in the spot with a, ooh, pass me the boof
i’m with a boo, promise this hoe keep on touchin’ my jewels
he got no money and she want the money
so she gettin’ h+rny right off of the blues
i got it on me (on me), every link on my body a trophy, n+gga
you do not know me (h+ll nah)
better watch your bop, lil’ homie, she tryna come to the streets
[chorus]
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, n+gga
bite on my swag for a week
you’ll prolly get a bag for the price of a feat’

[verse 2]
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 thumbin’ thumbin’, thumbin’, get to the green
count a hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, don’t use machines
you be chasin’ p+ssy? don’t comin’ to me (huh?)
i be runnin’ from it, got too many on me (why?)
i got bags for sale, go and crack the sale
y’all be gassin’ junky n+ggas just ’cause they smack a bill
promise they whack as h+ll, i don’t like none of these n+ggas
in the same as all of these n+ggas (shut up)
i don’t even wanna talk to these n+ggas (no)
i’ma sit in silence, countin’ my figures (yeah)
payin’ b+tches just to be in they captions
no cap, no lie (no lie), i can’t be with them guys (why?)
(they be suckin’ d+ck so they get on their knees)
no cap, no lie (no lie), i can’t be with them guys (why?)
(i charge a whole l!ck 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
(b+tch n+gga, i be f+ckin’ your wife)
no cap, no lie
[outro]
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, n+gga

- mike dimes lyrics

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