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Yeet, yeet, yeet Fleek, fleek, fleek Flee away, had to ask my brother if we gon' eat today I remember they just told me to stay away Used to play with all the chickens on Easter day Run the millions, run away from the layaway I got the knit, it's on top of the Yves Laurent I got the net, and you know it's gon' pay away Pay away like I'm Gaga, got poker face Pay away 'cause I got somewhere to be today Go to the meeting, that's where I gotta be today Told the bitch, eat it before I got bills to pay Woke up this morning, you know I got bills to pay Woke up this morning, I live where the demons at In the garden, bitch, I feel like I'm Peter Pan If you look this way, you won't get to see the man John Cena, why you waving your finger, man? I buy the land and buy the crib, redesign Yeet, yeet, yeet Fleek, fleek, fleek I slap on her ass, now she got the inches, I'm pulling her, yeet I dive and I splash The gang gets turned up when the diamonds on fleek She Cartier tag, I'm askin' the bitch, "Oh, can I get a piece?" It's not 'bout the bag, ALYX on my feet, then I hop out the Jeep A Rick Owens shag, I get in my swag, then I head out to Greece Don't think 'bout the past, the other night I had a Goyard dream Fuck around Goyard rings, fuck around, fuck around Goyard teeth This is a 3D scene, I have her add it up in the RV I'm 'bout to float like I'm elevate, I'm 'bout to float like a BRB I'm cashing out, it's just for the day Shit, went to sleep with a real barbie Yeet, yeet, yeet (let's go) Fleek, fleek, fleek (let's go) Yeet, me, diamonds, flooded on me Bad thotties, pull up, uh, on me I just been taking the X with the Perc' I'm a zombie, be living on Earth All of my diamonds, they flooded, from Elliante Bitch, I turn up for sure We in Chanel with a honeybun, bitch, we in a whole upper echelon Rocking some Ricky denim for the jeans, yeah With the vehement hoodie on I be as high as the god, as the fiends, bitch And I put that on every mom I went and just flooded my rings, I blew up, they call me Osama son My brother keeping the weapon, yeah, my brother keeping the stretcher I just pulled up with the mob, I just pulled up with the team My twizzy, my brother, we send him to heaven Don't matter if it's him or it's me Me, yeet, I'm he Yeet, yeet, yeet (let's go) Fleek, fleek, fleek (let's go)
Writer(s): Noah Smith, Malachi Green, Ethan Andrade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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