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flight - off me lyrics

ftc
y’all know how i be (yah, yah, yah)
t+h+c 2+double f p+o+s+c

how we rockin’
let’s get it, man, let’s go, 561 (yah, yah, yah)

p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me (nah)
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (okay)
i done made a million dollars, now i’m ready for the three (ha ha!)
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (ftc)
p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me (woo!)
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (yah)
i done made a million dollars, now i’m ready for the three (okay)
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (let’s get it)

why you tryna come up off my name? you’s a lame (the f+ck?)
you’s a stain, homie, stay up in yo’ muhf+ckin’ lane, skrrt
always on my d+ck, always talkin’ f+ckin’ sh+t (lame)
boy, you need to get a grip (woo!)
shove my d+ck all up in her cl+t, drip (okay!)

p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (yah, yah, yah)
i done made a million dollars, now i’m ready for the three (okay)
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (mwah)
p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me (nah)
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (let’s get it)
i done made a million dollars, now i’m ready for the three (561)
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (ftc)

now i can’t deny it, you’s a f+ckin’ sack rider (woo!)
you will never, ever, never blow like f+ckin’ me (ha ha!)
how could a chick like ya? she could read that i’ma rider
a couple grand,
have some demons slap you up with the f+ckin’ fire, bih’!

p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me (nah)
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (okay)
i done made a million dollars,
now i’m ready for the three (let’s get it)
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (woo!)
p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me (no way)
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (let’s get it)
i done made a million dollars, now i’m ready for the three (yah)
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (mwah)

so many n+ggas wanna see me fall
then they wonder why my attitude is “mothaf+ck ’em all” (yah, yah)
i be all up in the mall, mackin’ on yo’ f+ckin’ broad (ayy)
now i’m all up in her draws, pass her off like chris paul, yah

p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me (nope)
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (561)
i done made a million dollars, now i’m ready for the three
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (yah)
p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me (ftc)
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (yah, yah)
i done made a million dollars, now i’m ready for the three (woo!)
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (ayy)

never let someone come up off your mothaf+ckin’ name
that’s a mothaf+ckin’ violation
you might as well let them spit in your mothaf+ckin’ face
and you not do a d+mn thing about it
get money, 2017, n+gga, ftc (flight team, stand up!)

p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me (nope)
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (grr)
i done made a million dollars, now i’m ready for the three (okay)
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (let’s get it)
p+ssy ahh n+ggas tryna come up off me
f+ck what you heard, gucci with the robin jeans (yah, yah)
i done made a million dollars, now i’m ready for the three (yah)
got yo’ main up on the line tryna hop up on the team (let’s get it)

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