Mike Dimes – FLEEK (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Mike Dimes releases the music video for the new “FLEEK” song co-produced by Evertime & Jean Day. Listen, stream, read the lyrics. buy the track, mp3 download.

Mike Dimes Fleek

Mike Dimes – FLEEK (prod. Evertime & Jean Day)

13 December 2022
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2022 Since the 80’s and CAMP BILLY

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Lyrics

[Chorus]
Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (This t-shirt)
Balenciaga on 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, nigga
Bite my swag for a week (For a week)
You’ll prolly get a bag for the price of a feat’ (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Need me a karat (A karat)
Only way they gon’ know I’m established (I’m established)
Pass the phone to my bitch 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 want head, but I’m feelin’ the coochie (Straight up)
Yeah, they still hatin’, it ain’t nothin’ to me
I spеnt a whole lotta bags on denim
Put pain on his versе, I don’t feel him (Huh?)
Why he act like a bitch, 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)
It 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 ho 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 (On me), every link on my body a trophy, nigga
You do not know me (Hell nah)
Better watch your bop, lil’ homie, she tryna come to the streets

[Chorus]
Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (This t-shirt)
Balenciaga on my feet (My feet)
No cap, I’m really on fleek (Fleek)
No rap, I’m still on my Gs (Gs)
I doubt you really a P, nigga
Bite my swag for a week
You’ll prolly get a bag for the price of a feat’ (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Bag for the price of a feat’
Mike Dimes big G, seven Os on me (Yeah, hold on)
Fettucine, Mardi Gras with a model
She bad, but on dick, 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’ pussy? 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 seal
Y’all be gassin’ junky niggas just ’cause they smack a bill
Promise they wack as hell, I don’t like none of these niggas
In the same bracket as all of these niggas (Shut up)
I don’t even wanna talk to these niggas (No)
I’ma sit in silence, countin’ my figures (Yeah)
Payin’ bitches 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
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
Bitch nigga, I be fuckin’ your wife
No cap, no lie

[Outro]
I got YSL tag on my tee
And Balenciaga on 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, nigga