“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