ELIMINATË

歌詞

(I'm king soldier Illuminate Illuminate Illuminate) Yea diamonds, illuminate Yea lights, illuminate Yea kill you, eliminate Squeeze that money lemonade Yo money don't make no sense When you done can you pull-up my pants They bitches jus look at they cramps No I don't need me a map No I don't need me a light Bitch yea I know where I'm at Oh you tryna take my sauce from me, gotta give that back Oh you tryna learn how to make this bread, you gotta take my class Ohh yea we got them bands Ohh yea we got them clamped You tryna do what you can't do You tryna be who you can't Mason margiela, spaceman got new leather Yea new chain from moss, don't touch my bezel Please don't touch my diamonds Bitch don't touch my gun Bitch don't test yo luck We gone kill for fun Yea we gone kill for fun All you gotta do is pull out a gun We got 172 on 1 195 on the run Look how I play both sides Look how I slip on ties Look how I kill bold lies Look me in the eyes Walk in saint Laurent Walked in on these diamonds I done fucked up another knot We dogs yea we mutts Caveman as it come We make lots of money We make girl come We geek up for fun Geek up hit my grunt I heard yo is a bitch, its yo time of the month No time at all, they trippin out like tramadol Residue like gun powder I'm bomb making I was broke, I had this shit I knew I had this shit Go talk to majesty He died its tragedy Cause I ball like magic be I got 200 fucking guns, you ain't matching me You ain't matching me You ain't passing me I know you dream about me when you awake and when you asleep I'm riding, I'm ducked off I'm ducked off Yea hole in one, now we putt putt golf Bitch its time and time again It's time to slime again It's time to come back at the top and show em how we win Fuck off for me now (I'm king soldier Illuminate Illuminate Illuminate) Yea diamonds, illuminate Yea lights, illuminate Yea kill you, eliminate Squeeze that money lemonade Yo money don't make no sense When you done can you pull-up my pants They bitches jus look at they cramps No I don't need me a map No I don't need me a light Bitch yea I know where I'm at Oh you tryna take my sauce from me, gotta give that back Oh you tryna learn how to make this bread, you gotta take my class Ohh yea we got them bands Ohh yea we got them clamped You tryna do what you can't do You tryna be who you can't Mason margiela, spaceman got new leather Yea new chain from moss, don't touch my bezel