Bleether by Mikey Flows Lyrics
Intro:
Super Moon!
Bridge:
Bitch i'm a teacher, and i'm chillin on the bleachers, smoking on a Bleether, you don't like me I don't like you either
Hook:
Bitch i'm chillin on the bleachers, smoking on a bleether, keep a bleethi, yo bitch my fee fee, hit up Kiki, then I skeet skeet yeah
Verse 1:
Ain't no little kid got no time to play, JG Wentworth bitch I need my pay, fuck a Netflix we roll blunts and chill, call me Dr. Moon got a bunch of pills, all the meds come from the dispensary, walk inside the room feel the intensity, i'mma make it big bitch eventually, thats why they're pretending to be friends with me, been rapping since elementary, so I do this shit in memory, focused on my vision I believe in me, got no energy for enemies just burning trees, and i'm hot bitch 1544 degrees, I feel like Nate Dogg and Warren G, nobody does it better than me
Hook:
Bitch i'm chillin on the bleachers, smoking on a bleether, keep a bleethi, yo bitch my fee fee, hit up kiki, then I skeet skeet yeah
Verse 2:
Keep the flame bitch i'm from San Diego, dank green on me this is not alfredo, I got bros rockin red no tomato, angels all around me baby can't you see my halo, I get love in Atlanta all the way to Vallejo, look at my face g you really think she'll say no, dick game drive her crazy call her my tornado, all this water dripping if you hate me get a rain coat, that bitch got more trains than a railroad, you get green but ya shit like a frail toad, they keep talking shit i'm ready not afraid bro, i love myself, don't give a fuck what ya'll say though, but it's whatever i'm just smoking like i'm taylor, i'ma hustle for this shit fuck failure, Michael was the slayer, guarantee i bake more than the baker
Hook:
Bitch i'm chillin on the bleachers, smoking on a blether, keep a bleethi, yo bitch my fee fee, hit up kiki, then I skeet sket yeah
Super Moon!
Bridge:
Bitch i'm a teacher, and i'm chillin on the bleachers, smoking on a Bleether, you don't like me I don't like you either
Hook:
Bitch i'm chillin on the bleachers, smoking on a bleether, keep a bleethi, yo bitch my fee fee, hit up Kiki, then I skeet skeet yeah
Verse 1:
Ain't no little kid got no time to play, JG Wentworth bitch I need my pay, fuck a Netflix we roll blunts and chill, call me Dr. Moon got a bunch of pills, all the meds come from the dispensary, walk inside the room feel the intensity, i'mma make it big bitch eventually, thats why they're pretending to be friends with me, been rapping since elementary, so I do this shit in memory, focused on my vision I believe in me, got no energy for enemies just burning trees, and i'm hot bitch 1544 degrees, I feel like Nate Dogg and Warren G, nobody does it better than me
Hook:
Bitch i'm chillin on the bleachers, smoking on a bleether, keep a bleethi, yo bitch my fee fee, hit up kiki, then I skeet skeet yeah
Verse 2:
Keep the flame bitch i'm from San Diego, dank green on me this is not alfredo, I got bros rockin red no tomato, angels all around me baby can't you see my halo, I get love in Atlanta all the way to Vallejo, look at my face g you really think she'll say no, dick game drive her crazy call her my tornado, all this water dripping if you hate me get a rain coat, that bitch got more trains than a railroad, you get green but ya shit like a frail toad, they keep talking shit i'm ready not afraid bro, i love myself, don't give a fuck what ya'll say though, but it's whatever i'm just smoking like i'm taylor, i'ma hustle for this shit fuck failure, Michael was the slayer, guarantee i bake more than the baker
Hook:
Bitch i'm chillin on the bleachers, smoking on a blether, keep a bleethi, yo bitch my fee fee, hit up kiki, then I skeet sket yeah