Divine Council – FPS RUSSIA lyrics

Attack and defense points increasing
Battered creeping when my bitch policing
Give me the flip of face [?]
Wanted you to be jones, none of your business
Grab your hoe she on the floor
I take Alicia Keys [?]
Runnin for they Snickers n Reeses Pieces
Let me see [?], so give me a reason
I've been running, shawty my features [?]
You know it's hard out here for a dirtbag
Gotta move, work fast, send me your purse back
When I work [?], go snatch you a purse back
Get you a mask, skip back and go toe tagged
Send me my mind, I'm going crazy on daily
Tired of these niggas, they late when they pay me
Remember when I said [?] was your baby
Now baby boy got more guns than the navy

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More guns than FPS Russia
Don't make me bust you, okay
More guns than FPS Russia
Don't make me bust you, nigga

Pull up on you in the benz
Diamond shining on my skin
Shawty wishing [?]
If you racing then you know I'm [?]
She can pass, but her [?]
Pull up on you, then we get to clapping
We for real, these niggas just be rapping
Say you flexing, nigga what just happened?
Council gang counting dough
You niggas lames [?]
We the new and you niggas old
Flexing up, get my pockets swole
You a loser nigga [?] hoes
I don't feel what you saying, bro
Make a mill, bitch I make a [?]
I don't stay, we can pay in gold


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