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Flight - Disingenuous lyrics

Artist: Flight

album: Walking W


Uh, yeah
Man, this girl disin-
(Check me out on this one) Yeah
FTC, how we comin'? (Woah)
Uh
Man, this girl's disingenuous ('Genuous)
Can't lie, she's a genius (Uh)
Pull up, let's get high
Fuck Mars, we on Venus (Venus)
I just like the way her lips movin', suckin' down my penis
Cut you off, keep it (Beat it)
Uh, yes, I have a reason, so disingenuous (Uh)
Shit gets me heated (Heated)
You can't trick so you must get treated (FTC)
You the type of nigga that's gon' beg for a chick (Chick)
And I'm the type of nigga make her beg for the tip (Tip)
Call me when you want, nigga, is she smokin' dick? (Is she smokin')
Caught her up on live twerkin' on a jit, boy, was I sick (Sick)
Oh my gosh, hoe, you so nasty (She nasty)
How you so ratchet but same time classy? (How?)
Please don't leave me, girl, I might go and cry
Nah, sike, I won't even pay mind (Nah)
F-f-fuck up out my face with them baby ass racks
Been about a check, so I had to bounce back (Back)
Hairy ass bitch, like my fuckin' ass crack (Ha)
And yeah, this my jam, tell DJ, "Run it back" (Run it back)
So what, I took ya bars, fuck you gon' do back? (Huh?)
Been about my money, so you know I'm gettin' racks (Racks)
Green up in my gas, eyes low, off the pack (Uh)
Talkin' hot, I look at your bitch like my cum rag
Man, this girl disingenuous ('Genuous)
Can't lie, she's a genius (Uh)
Pull up, let's get high
Fuck Mars, we on Venus (Venus)
I just like the way her lips move and suckin' down my penis
Cut you off, keep it (Beat it)
Uh, yes, I have a reason, so disingenuous (Uh)
Shit gets me heated (Heated)
You can't trick so you must get treated (FTC)
I'ma come through, stack my plate, call it a day (Call it a day)
I had aspirations of balling ever since I was eight (Yeah, uh)
Why would I give a reaction to petty hate? Let them hate (Hate)
Wanna see me react?
Sub to my YouTube, FlightReacts (Flight Team, stand up!)
Why every banger I drop, a new nigga act like they need me? (Why?)
Quit callin' my phone, stupid hoe, you hella needy (Quit callin' my phone)
Y'all worried about Bred 11's
I've been gettin' this bread since 11 (Uh, uh)
Now if she give up the melons first night
Who knows her body count? Ain't no tellin'
Better watch yo' bitch, got her on my phone textin' (Textin')
While she leave you on delivered, we be late night sextin' (Ooh)
Yeah, I like my women black, Asian, or Mexican (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm good anywhere I go, so ain't no checkin' in (Uh)
Break that bitch back, better motherfuckin' watch out (Watch out)
Shove it in her mouth, give a fuck what you talkin' 'bout (What you talkin' 'bout?)
Got it on my own, I ain't never ask for help (No help)
So don't never ask me for advice, lil' nigga, fuck a handout
Man, this girl disingenuous ('Genuous)
Can't lie, she's a genius (Uh)
Pull up, let's get high
Fuck Mars, we on Venus (Venus)
I just like the way her lips move and suckin' down my penis
Cut you off, keep it (Beat it)
Uh, yes, I have a reason, so disingenuous (Uh)
Shit gets me heated (Heated)
You can't trick so you must get treated (FTC)
Uh, what they talkin' 'bout? (Uh)
(Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun)
F-L-I-G-H-to the motherfuckin'-T
2020

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