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ELIMINATË letra


I keep talking, talking
Illuminate, illuminate, illuminate

Yeah, diamonds, luminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, lights, luminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, kill you, eliminate (eliminate, eliminate)
Squeeze that money, lemonade
Yo' money don't make no sense
When you done, can you pull up my pants?
They bitches, just look at they cramps
(Keeh, keeh)
No, I don't need me a map, no, I don't need me a light
Bitch, yeah, I know where I'm at, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna take my sauce from me? (Yeah) gotta give that back, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna learn how to make this bread? Gotta take my class (ahh)
We even got them bands, huh, we even got them clamped (woo, ooh)
You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, ha-ha

Maison margiela (woo), huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh (ahh)
Yeah, new chain from moss, yeah, don't touch my bezel (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Bitch, don't touch my diamonds (hoo-hoo-hoo), bitch, don't touch my gun (ooh-ooh)
Bitch, don't test your luck, we gon' kill for fun (phew)
Yeah we gon' kill for fun, I dare you to pop the gun
In the whip, 2201, yeah, we got the five on the run
You gotta play both sides, we got slip on tires
We got lies, diamonds in the eyes
Yeah, walk in saint laurent, yeah
Walked in on these diamonds I done fucked up none tonight
We dogs, yeah, we mutts, caveman as it come
We make lots of money, we make girls come
We geek up for fun
Geek up, hit my blunt
I heard you's a bitch, yeah, it's your time to munt, yeah
Don't me out, they tripping out like tramadol (ooh, ooh)
Residue like gunpowder, I'm bomb making, ha
I was broke, I had this shit, I knew I had this shit, yeah
Go talk to majesty (don't talk), hit that, it's tragedy
Caught ballin' like major league, yeah
I got two hundred fucking guns, you ain't matching me, yeah
You ain't matching me, yeah, you ain't passing me
I know you dream about me when you awake or when you asleep
I'm ridin', I'm ducked off, I'm ducked off, yeah (quack quack)
Yeah, hole in one, now we putt putt golf

Bitch, it's time and time again
It's time to slime again
It's time to come back everytime, and show them how we win

I keep talking, talking
Illuminate, illuminate, illuminate (woo, woo)

Yeah, diamonds, illuminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, lights, illuminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, kill you, eliminate (eliminate, eliminate)
Squeeze that money, lemonade
Yo' money don't make no sense
When you done, can you pull up my pants?
They bitches, just look at they cramps
(Keeh, keeh)
No, I don't need me a map, no, I don't need me a light
Bitch, yeah, I know where I'm at, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna take my sauce from me? (Yeah) gotta give that back, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna learn how to make this bread? Gotta take my class (ahh)
We even got them bands, huh, we even got them clamped (woo, ooh)
You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, ha-ha

Maison margiela, maison margiela, spaceman got new leather
Yeah, new chain from moss, don't touch my bezel

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