lirik lagu flightteam music group - webeftmg freestyle session
[verse 1: que]
who want see, me and my dawgs?
in a battle royal match you receivin’ a loss
cause my bars on point, and i’m rolling up a joint
’bout to take a sp-ceship to venus & mars!
get it!? i know my weed n-ggas feel it, so for them:
i’mma go ahead & roll up a phillie
and take another trip, and f-ck another b-tch
and eat a big -ss bag of potato chips! ya digg!?
(laughs)
i’m twisted, i’m gone. i’m on the same bike
with et when he went home. i’m that fly
bird eye view n-gga, i’m that high
my lyrics be the little pheeww when the jet fly
so n-gga check my swag, first cl-ss
with the bars i rap so prepare for the clap n-gga
what i do is deeper than some rap n-gga
that’s why you can’t catch us f-cking with no whack n-ggas
[verse 2: kidd]
money on my mind. money money on my mental
monster, eating you n-ggas. no utensils
hardly f-ck with school so i rarely use pencils
the kidd such a mess, get it? pimples
got ’em confused, they wondering what i’m into
a nice thick red-bone in a swimsuit
they like i f-ck with him, my reply is him who?
wondering what i got, check my credentials
n-gga my flow mental! better yet it’s lyrical
departure from the game like the cut of an umbilical
you feeling who? the flyest young n-ggas you could listen to!
yea…
and
i stay fly from my jays to my snapback
f-cking with the kid find ya head where ya lap at
sour d aroma you can smell it from the napsack
you n-ggas comical, the type of guys i laugh at
[verse 3: av]
smoking on loud that surround sounds the cyhi
weed have me flying, guess i be sky high
in the booth we smoking god’s cologne
flightteam session tryna put our people on
n-ggas still hating, our dough still baking
and we got the cheddar, add beef no bacon
pledge my allegiance to the flightteam nation
and we all thrown together like a f-cking compilation
flightteam make a statement. all in ya mouth
g-ngb-ng conversation, got our bars coming out
think you f-cking with us? n-gga… please
you smoke weed… we smoke trees
bag swole up from sticks & seeds
dude smoking on a handful of mardi gras beeds
but we… smoking on that robert e. lee
“i’m out for dead f-cking presidents to represent me.”
[verse 4: dspitta]
boy i’m so ahead of my time, i k!ll the game in my prime
my flow is crazy like i’m losing my mind
see i’m high, can’t even see me unless you look in the sky
she wanna be my only, girl get in the line
dspitta, spitta back up in it, bout to k!ll it bout to go off
kush got my eyes looking like i’m ’bout to doze off
bad b-tch waiting at the crib with her clothes off
if you ain’t f-cking with dspitta boy that’s your loss
unh, she coming fast like nascar
i put it so deep i got her running like a track star
she think i really love her but i’m really just an actor
i hit it, then a n-gga disappear like casper
hah! it’s flightteam boy we do this
spadez told me f-ck your feelings to the fullest
ain’t n0body f-cking with the team! i’m just sayin’
the only hot sh-t you spit is ya breath, i spit bullets n-gga!
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