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flight (rap) – dumb lyrics

[intro]
go, go, go
go
(yo’ young boy, what’s your name, bro?)
(how do you say your name? young mooski?)
go dumb, go dumb, go dumb
go dumb, go dumb, go dumb
see me go dumb, i’ma go dumb
go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

[chorus]
go dumb, go dumb, go dumb
go dumb, go dumb, go dumb
yeah, i go dumb, watch me go dumb
go dumb, go dumb, go dumb
go dumb
go dumb, go dumb, go dumb
go dumb, go dumb, go dumb
i’ma go dumb, see me go dumb
go dumb, go dumb, go dumb
go dumb

[verse 1]
n+ggas love beating on they keyboard, but won’t beat a n+gga in person
this b+tch is a catfish, why she be looking different up in person?
never liking on my photos, but on my story you be lurking
put good d+ck in her gut, next morning stomach hurtin’
first things first you’s a motherf+cking nerd, jit
all up in her guts, like a motherf+cking surgeon
you f+cked her in a honda, n+gga, i clapped her in a foreign
left my last foreign ’cause that b+tch p+ssy got boring
keep sleepin’ on me, when i shine this new decade, keep snoring
f+ck ’em once, maybe twice, then block ’em, no mourning
met her last evening, ended up f+cking her ’til the morning
i don’t give no chances, f+ck a message, no warning
never stressin for money but i wake up stressing bout money
shoutout to my n+gga young mooski, the beat got me goin’ dummy
treat me like a joke, i’ll play you like it’s funny
ya’ b+tch was kinda hungry, so i had to put it in her tummy

[verse 2]
want chicken changes depending on the season
yes i’m bipolar, mood changes for no reason
my game on these ho’s is hall fame, not rookie
play with her feelings then munch on her cookies
smoking on this cookie, got me higher then giraffe p+ssy
b+tch i’m going dumb like a n+gga that can’t read
stay inside my shoes, you would understand my need
please don’t copy, there can only be one me
better watch yo’ b+tch, got her on me like a tattoo
go and bend it over, i’ma show you what that cash do
getting to this guap something i was really born to do
got the whole nation yelling “flight team, what it do”
ftc up, ain’t no sittin
if u ain’t with it n+gga you really trippin
no sidekick i ain’t scottie pippen
steady gettin’ the money counting this chicken
be careful what you wishing
dripping like i just washed some motherf+cking dishes

[outro]
young mooski the plug

- flight rap lyrics

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