(On fleek)

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(On fleek)

When i was in the kitchen ..stirring dat pot..the fiends was at my door..cause they getting straight drop..when I was in jail..tryna make bell..my bitch is on the corner ..selling fruit cocktail..(repeat) All them little birdies that was hating on me..hating cause they know i stay on..fleek fleek fleek..But now im out here..(on fleek. fleeeek.im out here popping..im on fleek.fleeeek..

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