Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (This t-shirt)
Balenciaga, my feet (My keys)
FLEEK Lyrics – Mike Dimes
FLEEK Lyrics by Mike Dimes
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Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (This t-shirt)
Balenciaga, my feet (My keys)
Straight up (yeah)
Yeah
I ran it up off the muscle, I ran it up off the top
I double B on the buckle, deezy been uppin his opps
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D’USSE and Fanta
Pistol poppin load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
I fell in love (Love)
Shawty, you my drug (Drug)
Yeah, uh (Let’s go)
Bring the bass to the studio (Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Check, straight up (What we doin’?)
Straight up
Cole, you stupid
Thin snow, thick nose, let ’em lay right witcha
I ain’t gon’ die up in no Cuban link
Pimpin’ hoes, my #ss gon’ die up in the Gucci mink