Mike Dimes – FLEEK

Lyrics FLEEK – Mike Dimes

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**ga
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
Only way they gon’ know I’m established
Pass the phone to my b**ch for my caption
Pass the phone to his clique when he cappin’
That boy a goofy, loosies
Yeah, I’m still humble but check out the bleu cheese
Yeah, I wan’ head but I’m feelin’ the coochie
Yeah, they still hatin’, 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
Why he act like a b**ch, huh
Talkin’ ’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
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 h*e keep on touchin’ my jewels
He got no money and she want the money
So she gettin’ horny right off of the blues
I got it on me, every link on my body a trophy, n**ga
You do not know me
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, this 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**ga
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
Fettucine, Mardi Gras with a model
She bad but don’t think she a three
I be thumbin’ thumbin’, thumbin’, get to the green
Count a hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, don’t use machines
You be chasin’ p**sy, Don’t comin’ to me
I be runnin’ from it, got too many on me

I got bags for sale, go and crack the sale
Y’all be gassin’ junky n**gas just ’cause they smack a bill
Promise they whack as hell, I don’t like none of these n**gas
In the same as all of these n**gas
I don’t even wanna talk to these n**gas
I’ma sit in silence, countin’ my figures
Payin’ b**ches just to be in they captions

No cap, no lie, I can’t be with them guys
They be suckin’ d!ck so they get on their knees
No cap, no lie, I can’t be with them guys
I charge a whole lick for two-point-five
No cap, no lie, I can’t be with them guys
Know they all the same with a whole lotta guys
No cap, no lie, I can’t be with them guys
B**ch n**ga, I be f**kin’ 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, n**ga…

Written by Evertime, Mike Dimes & Jean Day
Produced by Evertime & Jean Day
Mike Dimes | 2022

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