Eric McNeely - Style on Fleek lyrics

“Style on Fleek” Written by Doug Locke and Eric Mc Neely Chorus: My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) I know you tryna f** with me My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) Can't get enough of me My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) I know you tryna f** with me My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) Can't get enough of me My style on Fleek Verse One: I can tell that you're down with me By the way that you f** 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 PreChorus: It's going down down, Livin' it up Poppin' bottles in the air yeah We getting down down, Faded as f** (We in this b**h, finna get crunk It's going down down, Livin' it up Poppin' bottles in the air yeah We getting down down, Faded as f** (Faded as f** Yeah) Chorus: My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) I know you tryna f** with me My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) Can't get enough of me My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) I know you tryna f** with me My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) Can't get enough of me My style on Fleek Verse 2: Got you hooked, Now you're craving it Fresh to d**h, 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) PreChorus: It's going down down, Livin' it up Poppin' bottles in the air yeah We getting down down, Faded as f** (We in this b**h, finna get crunk It's going down down, Livin' it up Poppin' bottles in the air yeah We getting down down, Faded as f** (Faded as f** Yeah) Chorus: My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) I know you tryna f** with me My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) Can't get enough of me My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) I know you tryna f** with me My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) Can't get enough of me My style on Fleek… What, what Here we go… Bridge: If you fresh as f**, betta turn it up Keep it clean as f**, betta wrap it up With the squad and we turning up (Ooooooohhhhhh) Chorus: Cause my style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) I know you tryna f** 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