Style on Fleek
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek
I can tell that you're down with me
By the way that you fuck with me
Sippin' on whiskey all night
Bossed up to the 9's
(Real Talk)
I be the freak with the black hat, brim low
Tom Fords, fresh jeans, black peacoat
Long hair, don't care, let the wind blow
Getting' down, drop the beat low
It's going down down, Livin' it up
Poppin' bottles in the air yeah
We getting down down, Faded as fuck
(We in this bitch, finna get crunk
It's going down down, Livin' it up
Poppin' bottles in the air yeah
We getting down down, Faded as fuck
(Faded as fuck Yeah)
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek
Got you hooked, Now you're craving it
Fresh to death, yeah I'm slayin' it
Stuntin in the club,
Rockin' Givenchy, Xander McQueen
(Real Talk)
I be the freak with the black hat, brim low
Tom Fords, fresh jeans, black peacoat
Cycle this, cycle that still they want more
Getting down, on fleek (Yeah)
It's going down down, Livin' it up
Poppin' bottles in the air yeah
We getting down down, Faded as fuck
(We in this bitch, finna get crunk
It's going down down, Livin' it up
Poppin' bottles in the air yeah
We getting down down, Faded as fuck
(Faded as fuck Yeah)
My style on Flee (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek...
What, what
Here we go...
If you fresh as fuck, betta turn it up
Keep it clean as fuck, betta wrap it up
With the squad and we turning up
(Ooooooohhhhhh)
Cause my style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
My style on Fleek
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek
I can tell that you're down with me
By the way that you fuck with me
Sippin' on whiskey all night
Bossed up to the 9's
(Real Talk)
I be the freak with the black hat, brim low
Tom Fords, fresh jeans, black peacoat
Long hair, don't care, let the wind blow
Getting' down, drop the beat low
It's going down down, Livin' it up
Poppin' bottles in the air yeah
We getting down down, Faded as fuck
(We in this bitch, finna get crunk
It's going down down, Livin' it up
Poppin' bottles in the air yeah
We getting down down, Faded as fuck
(Faded as fuck Yeah)
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek
Got you hooked, Now you're craving it
Fresh to death, yeah I'm slayin' it
Stuntin in the club,
Rockin' Givenchy, Xander McQueen
(Real Talk)
I be the freak with the black hat, brim low
Tom Fords, fresh jeans, black peacoat
Cycle this, cycle that still they want more
Getting down, on fleek (Yeah)
It's going down down, Livin' it up
Poppin' bottles in the air yeah
We getting down down, Faded as fuck
(We in this bitch, finna get crunk
It's going down down, Livin' it up
Poppin' bottles in the air yeah
We getting down down, Faded as fuck
(Faded as fuck Yeah)
My style on Flee (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek...
What, what
Here we go...
If you fresh as fuck, betta turn it up
Keep it clean as fuck, betta wrap it up
With the squad and we turning up
(Ooooooohhhhhh)
Cause my style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
I know you tryna fuck with me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
Can't get enough of me
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek)
My style on Fleek
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