F.P.S.M Lyrics

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First Person Shooter Mode

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First Person Shooter Mode

Niggah don't you understand we goals

See me and my bros we taking this shit fucking slow

Elevated you wanna know

Mama wanna pray for bros

Don't you come around our shows

Tell you something everybody wanna be the king like like king cole

Banging on chest

Make a six six

Don't you come less

Everybody wanna come bless

Tell you something i'm a cold niggah stressed

Like woah

Yh you wanna see my gold teeth

Niggah don't you know

I'm forming like goldie

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Woah shooter mode

Niggah don't you show me woah

Can you take a slow dream

Yh its goldie

But its too high cole

Won't you be my bro

But i'm fucking up the morn like

First person shooter mode

Ain't nobody understand we goats

Yh me and my bros we taking this shit fucking slow

Yh you wanna mediate show

Don't you understand our goals

Yh we wanna pop champagne

Turn lost and run these code

Tell yousomething i'm a cold niggah

London Boy with a dream

Don't you understand tryna make see

Everybody wanna fuck with us

Don't you understand we balling up

Tell you something i'm a Goldie Lock

That shit too cold i'm so icy i'm frozen up

Yh you wanna see my place

Everybody wanna come around let play

Tell you something I'm London boy with a dream don't you change it

See the hood come through this

Niggah don't you come lose it

Yh cold days coming through my viens

Niggah don't you move it.

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