Mike Dimes – FLEEK

Mike Dimes – FLEEK Lyrics

Artist: Mike Dimes
Song: 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, n#gg#
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 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 spent a whole lotta bags on denim

Put pain on his verse, I don’t feel him (Huh?)
Why he act like a b#tch, 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 (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#rn# right off of the blues
I got it on me (On me), every link on my body a trophy, n#gg#

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, n#gg#
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’
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#ss#? 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#gg#s just ’cause they smack a bill
Promise they whack as hell, I don’t like none of these n#gg#s
In the same as all of these n#gg#s (Shut up)

I don’t even wanna talk to these n#gg#s (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’ 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
(b#tch n#gg#, I be f#ckin’ 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#gg#
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