FLEEK Lyrics – Mike Dimes
Singer: Mike Dimes
Title: 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#
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thru
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Masego - You Never Visit Me
Jin333 - 7333
Lyrics Mike Dimes – FLEEK
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru