Style On Fleek Lyrics - Singles - Doug Locke

Chorus: 

My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

I know you tryna fuck with me 

My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

Can't get enough of me 

My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

I know you tryna fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 

(We in this bitch, finna get crunk 

It's going down down, Livin' it up 

Poppin' bottles in the air yeah 

We getting down down, Faded as fuck 

(Faded as fuck Yeah) 

Chorus: 

My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

I know you tryna fuck with me 

My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

Can't get enough of me 

My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

I know you tryna fuck 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 death, 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 fuck 

(We in this bitch, finna get crunk 

It's going down down, Livin' it up 

Poppin' bottles in the air yeah 

We getting down down, Faded as fuck 

(Faded as fuck Yeah) 

Chorus: 

My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

I know you tryna fuck with me 

My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

Can't get enough of me 

My style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

I know you tryna fuck 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 fuck, betta turn it up 

Keep it clean as fuck, betta wrap it up 

With the squad and we turning up 

(Ooooooohhhhhh) 

Chorus: 

Cause my style on Fleek (Fleek, Fleek) 

I know you tryna fuck 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