Smino, Bari - Flea Flicka lyrics

Kiss my pendant, point to the sky
Then swing like Sammy my skin gold like
Who the fuck want a Grammy?
Put my bullshit in a box and
Let it burn like candles
Tryna fuck Meagan Goode and
Meagan Fox on camera
My bitch watch Scandal and
Your bitch so scandalous
300 for the kicks like Jesus wore sandals
But fuck it, I want the pounds
But fuck it, I want Phantoms
Like fuck it, I'ma be famous
Like fuck it, I'm a phantom, ayy
They say I want the cheese, yeah
They say I want the cheese
Baby, shoot for the stars
That's lemon squeeze
Yeah, you got a lot, now lemme squeeze, ayy
You want me
I want you and I want her, baby girl
That's three
Yeah, I pull up from like 40, baby girl
That's three
I'm like Denzel in the Glory, ayy
And I see them brown
Eyes through them Cartiers
Had to break the bitches up just like Jerry S
Told 'em put me on the
Logo just like Jerry West
Yeah, I'm a fuckin' idol
Just like Ryan Seacrest
Me and shorty cut, then she had a C-section

Sometimes I feel like they're itching to
Throw them clamps on me
Hit 'em with the flea flicker
Not scratch on me i added everything up and
Had to subtract homies facts only
Measured success and cooked it from scratch
Woah lil shawty curvy, pussy on Kirby
I couldn't pass on it
Heard they know my name here to Berlin
She threw that ass on me
Ben and Jerry, young nigga servin'
She threw that ass on me
Her partner textin' her mad 'cause
She in the back, lonely
Told her it take two to do
Bidness but three a damn company
Plus I got enough of this dick
To make a new damn country
I done had enough of this shit
So back to the damn money
Smino why the fuck you be playin'?
You know your ass love me
Said I want the cheese
Grilled up when I cheese
You know I gotta find the parmesan
And long for the provolone
'Cause when that feta on my fingertips
I feel like I'm the goat locked in niggas
Be locked in the fuckin' studio
She on my digit's tryna plan a
Visit make it conjugal, oh, oh, oh
You want me you want me, me
You want me you want me, me

Message