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kataem - on fleek lyrics
even at my worse man i’m still on fleek
doing numbers with my crew got my brain on geek
that girl looking like a chooser tell her stay from me
‘less she a top notch tutor put that brain on me
ain’t got no chains on me, it ain’t the same on me
so i dont choose it, you losers still act like slaves homie
i got that bank on me, rollin a lil bit of stank on me
why is yo bae on me, shooting my shot you ain’t play goalie
i got her kicking up right a my crib, thats why you stay lonely
i know you looking at me like i lift cause all of this weight on me
cause i got high grade on me
take a shot then fade, kobe
dog that chick like fido, got her hitting high notes can’t stay lowkey
don’t need big face roleys, tell the plug i need more ps| make sure its shipped over seas just the way its suppose to be| and supposedly they be knowing me so they pose with me| automatic bad vibe socially| k!lling competition that be close to me| too hot, got bread, that toast to me| all my enemies at the toes of me| man i stay driven no chauffeuring and my flow coke you might over dose on me| that boy flex but he owing me| ain’t n0body getting more loans from me| and i mean it| i dont need to get vexed, imma leave it| cause i got more checks believe it| man these guys changed up all seasons| and i swear these hoes need jesus| had to k!ll it on cam she grieving| like why in the h_ll you screaming| finna bust zip it up, then i’m leaving| green eyes like insidious demons| cause of all this dope i’m seeing| prolly higher than fiends in the region|
even at my worse man i’m still on fleek
doing numbers with my crew got my brain on geek
that girl a little eater, she tryna taste on me
somebody get these rappers ‘fore i rampage on beats
yeah, imma be up in my bag till budgets at the max
fill up a flask, sit up in a jag
buy me a rifle, aim it at yo mans
aim at his vitals, watch him do the dash
she in the past, i ain’t gon relapse
im tryna win, why would i relax
im finna grin, i feel like the man
i hit a spliff, og in my pack
why is this chick on me like a tatt
she throw it my way i ain’t try and catch
ended with saliva on my lap
thats that, told her get a rag
there ain’t a chance i’m running out of racks for real
im with the clan for real
tryna devise a plan for mills
yo baby mami sk!lled
she in my phone as shaq she kneels
don’t even have to k!ll
rappers gon die off of xanax pills
okay i have to chill
grab me a pack with the gas in the seal
i got the munchies now give me rappers on a platter in seconds i’ll ask for the bill
give her banana then peal
she treating me like a happy meal
man don’t even give katt a deal
all of these people inventing wheels
the plug was driving a mazda
flew out then i switched plugs so i’m guessing that i’m an adapter
end game for yo essé so i’m guessing that i am the master
with yo girl, tried a new position now she needing a chiropractor
prolly try again after
i got gas and the rock’s in my drip, no state of matter
and they say i out the laughter
up in manslaughter
way i be k!llin they d_mn daughters
hit a d_mn daughters
hit a d_mn imposter with a black impala
while he’s crippled imma jack his prada
call an officer and probably pop my collar
stop boy, this a d_mn foster
im yo d_mn father better act proper
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