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divine council - dbsb lyrics

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[intro]

[verse 1: $ilkmoney]
f-cking yo b-tch in alaska, that p-ssy cold as h-ll
she sucking my d-ck in the cl-ssroom, p-ssy be show and tell
return where you copped that strap from, your pistol old and frail
you broke p-ssy n-gg-, then mask up
go get some dough, you scared

[verse 2: cyrax!]
(okay) got guap on the way
lil shawty talk, she all play
(okay) designer my waist
.40 spray shots in your face
(okay) your b-tch ain’t my taste
you n-gg-s plot, you too fake
aye my old b-tch got replaced
just want that top and my sp-ce, okay

[verse 3: $ilkmoney]
you poonany, peon, lih b-st-rd, betta get yo cash up
i don’t need yo p-ssy, nor yo tushy
rather roll this pack up
i die, i resp-wn where i just was
i placed a tac, brah
three straps in the back
one on my sack, don’t need no backup

[verse 4: cyrax!]
(ayy)
flex up lil n-gg-, i’m countin’ dough with my crew (okay)
pull up right on you, watch my dirtbags we gon’ shoot (okay)
i just might show out she wanna ride in my coupe (okay)
pull up on yo’ block, i got the top off no roof (okay)

[hook: $ilkmoney and cyrax!]
i don’t f-ck with b-tch -ss n-gg-s, i just go f-ck they b-tches
i don’t f-ck with keeping cool, you see an op, leave him missin’
n-gg-s snitchin’, sh-t’s ridiculous, tryna get sh-t acquitted
stick to the mission, mind ya business, do better stop b-tchin’
[x2]

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