T-Wayne - Fleek Of My b**h (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Nike Boi] Ayy, ayy bro You have to see my b**h in person f** looking at this b**h on Instagram This b**h on fleek, for real Naw for real, for real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Pre-Hook: Nike Boi] Look at the flick of my wrist Look at the fleek of my b**h She s**ing the tip of my dick I didn't ask for none of this sh** Homeboy, you just talkin' that sh** No look at the clip on my hip Just look at this b**h in my whip Now look at the fleek of my b**h [Hook: Nike Boi] Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya [Verse 1: Nike Boi] Look at the flick of my wrist Look at the fleek of my b**h Look how she swishin' them hips, yeah Look how your neck ‘bout to twist, yeah She own a house on the hills, yeah She rock that Gucci, Chanel, yeah Red bottoms be on her heels, yeah She tried to pop her a pill, yeah Shawty get lit on the weekends, yeah She freakin', she tweakin', she geekin' Marcus Jacob on her feet Her eyebrows stay on fleek, yeah Looking like she hit the lotto I could've sworn she's a model I met her a** in Atlanta I flew her a** to Chicago I want my b**h to have diamonds I make sure my b**h be smiling You just another lil broke boy That's why your b**h just be lying You know I stay with the cash My n***as they toting the gat Sorry that my b**h is bad But look how she shakin' that a** [Pre-Hook: Nike Boi] Look at the flick of my wrist Look at the fleek of my b**h She s**ing the tip of my dick I didn't ask for none of this sh** Homeboy, you just talkin' that sh** No look at the clip on my hip Just look at this b**h in my whip Now look at the fleek of my b**h [Hook: Nike Boi] Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya [Verse 2: T-Wayne] Who is Rickey Wayne? My b**h make a movie, no Soul Plane All these other girls so plain Got a lot of money like the dope game Broke Xbox, that's no game Probably might hop out the coupe Hit her best friend then swoop Steph Curry with her, she'll shoot My b**h hot and wet like soup Look at the fleek of that You know I'm keeping that Just like a good meal You know I'm eating that Panamera Porsche, she hopping out the foreign And that b**h go vroom Even in the daytime She done took off to the moon I'm just really tryna hit it I'm just really tryna split it And it's so damn good That I won't ever forget it Shawty be chasin' that cash Shawty be chasin' that bag Act like she know what she doin' Look at her shakin' that a** [Pre-Hook: Nike Boi] Look at the flick of my wrist Look at the fleek of my b**h She s**ing the tip of my dick I didn't ask for none of this sh** Homeboy, you just talkin' that sh** No look at the clip on my hip Just look at this b**h in my whip Now look at the fleek of my b**h [Hook: Nike Boi] Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, yeah Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya Look at the fleek of my b**h, ya