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letra de take flight (flightreacts diss) - girlhefunnyaf

[part 1]
ooh, you (?), as f-ck, (and he green), the milwaukee
but i’m finna’ let it buck, (i let it buck)
solluminati, man, i heard that sh-t was tough, for him
man, i heard that sh-t was tough, (okay, it’s tough)
pittsburgh, i know that you’re the stealer, (okay he stealin’)
fishing rod, tell me who is reeling, (oh nah, he fake)
i want smoke, and he smoke, so who the dealer? (aye, who his plug?)
he on that p-ssy sh-t, he need a litter, (he need it)
let it loose like change, i’ll take yo’ chain, yo’ ass can’t fight, (you can’t)
yo’ flow so plain, ion’ even like planes, ima’ still take flight, (take it)
you wanted ddg cousin, aye, that’s sad, my n-gga, you wilin’, (aye, jit, that’s sad)
’cause yo’ music is ass, you won’t go gold, and you won’t get diamonds, (yo’ sh-t is trash)
all them video clips you watch, my n-gga, them sh-ts be whack, (it just be doo-doo)
ima’ put a real clip in yo’ face, let’s see how flight reacts, (aye, jit, he scared)
honestly, like, ion’ even play, though
i can tell that you soft like c-nt, (you is)
how you wear durags, but still find a way to ride my wave? (lame)
you still people lyrics ’cause you can’t think of none, yo’ ass ain’t real, (jit, you fake)
but i came out metal, the only time a n-gga like me gotta’ steel, (no cap)
i know that n-gga p-ssy, when i see you, lil’ buddy, you better not panic, (better not)
if i catch that n-gga lackin’, ima’ wet that p-ssy like megan thee stallion, (aye, wet ass p-ssy)
trust you don’t want no problems with me, i’ll do you way worse than mcqueen
i’m talkin’ ’bout left-right hooks, you can’t write hooks, so you finna’ catch one to yo’ t–th, (mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
i’ll never catch you on the street, i put this on me, ’cause i’m hittin’ that stain like bleach
(?), i put this on g, ’cause you can get (?), (mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
we could even box, that’s sweet, but as soon as you reach, i’m letting it bark like tree, (grr, grr, grr, grr)
then, ftc gon’ stand for for the clip ’cause that’s all yo’ ass gon’ see, (for real)
h-ll, i ain’t lettin’ you push me, n-gga, i know you p-ssy
h-ll yeah, i’m from the baker’s ass, for thinkin’ this sweet like cookies, (no cap)
boy, where you at? i’m steppin’ like pedals, (i’m comin’)
boy, ima’ let it pop like kettle, (i’m comin’)
n-gga, you tatted up, you should be used to gettin’ hit with the metal, (no cap)
if you stealin’ people lyrics, how the f-ck finna’ go hard?
doing time in prison, only time we got the steel bars
you stole my bars, i ain’t let sh-t slide, ima’ swing like a park
i ain’t folding like clothes, i’m letting you know ima’ blow like fart, p-ssy, (boom!)
[part 2]
man, some sh-t just be like, pure disrespectful, man
i be feelin’ like “who raised y’all n-ggas?”, some of y’all n-ggas just be b-tches, man
and it made just me mad, like this n-gga from florida, like, y’all n-ggas just gotta’ chill
r.i.p. flight, [cough]
(it’s (?), my n-gga, who you think it is? woo!)
i wasn’t even mad at first when i was sitting right there in the crib, (no cap)
but i seen that he tried to make it seem like the lyrics he took was his
(you stupid?)
he on the phone with another youtuber sayin’ he ain’t even know who i is, (he cappin’)
and that he only gave credit to his only producers blueface and (?)
(that’s dumb)
but, i put that sh-t out in november, (i did)
so all my friends remember, (they do)
but guess what? he gon’ flag on the (?) actin’ like he already wrote that sh-t in september, (p-ssy)
and he sayin’ i stole your lyrics, like n-gga, like, what you gon’ do? (i’m comin’)
but just come to miami so we can link up and i can finally go with my mood, (like please)
to the fans i’m not clout-chasing, like the n-gga just stole my drip, (he did)
and gave credit to everyone else but me, man, flight’s a trip, get it?
he makin’ money off it, man, some of y’all n-ggas just pure b-tch
man, how would y’all feel, bruh, like a n-gga just take yo’ sh-t?

[spoken]
and t- and he just sayin’ like “woah, what the f-ck you gon’ do about it?
you know what i’m saying?
like, that sh-t lame as f-ck, bruh
like, just come, come to miami or some sh-t so we can just link-up and box it out
like, that’s it, bruh, i just need 30 seconds, we can just throw straight hands
no gloves, just fists
and then- and then we just walk off like man, bro, we can shake hands and everything
you know, like that sh-t just disrespectful
when a n-gga just take yo’ sh-t, he say “what you gon’ do about it?”
and the he say “oh, oh, i don’t even know who that is, that sh-t don’t even ring a bell, i wrote all that sh-t by myself.”
like, how disrespectful could you get, bruh?
like, but- but that’s just straight, bro
but i’m not gon’ hold no grudges against him
let’s just get a little boxing match, a little 30 second inner- you know what i’m sayin’?
a little 30 second sh-t, and then, that’s it, bro

- girlhefunnyaf

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