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ELIMINATË - Yeat

ELIMINATË

Yeat

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Lyric

(Whoo) I keep talkin'

(Whoo) 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 (whoo)

Oh, you tryna take my sauce from me? (Yeah), you gotta give that back, huh (whoo)

Oh, you tryna learn how to make this bread? Gotta take my class (ah)

We even got them bands, huh, we even got them clamped (whoo, ooh)

You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, a-ha

Maison Margiela (whoo), huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh (whoo-ooh)

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)

(Fun) yeah we gon' kill for fun, I dare you to pop the gun (fuck)

In the whip, 2201, yeah (wha'?), we got the five on the run (ack)

You gotta play both sides, we got slip on tires

We got care 'bout lies, diamonds in the eyes

Yeah, walk in Saint Laurent, yeah

Walked in on these diamonds, I done fucked up another night (eh-eh)

We dogs, yeah, we mutts, Caveman as it come

We make lots of money, we make girls cum

We geek up for fun, geek up, hit my blunt

I heard you's a bitch, yeah, it's your time to munt

Don't turn me down, they tripping out like tramadol (ooh, ooh)

Residue like gunpowder, I'm bomb makin', ha

I was broke, I had this shit (shit)

I knew I had this shit, yeah, go talk to majesty (don't talk)

He died, it's tragedy, caught ballin' like Major League, yeah (whoo)

I got two hundred fuckin' guns, you ain't matchin' me, yeah (whoo)

You ain't matchin' me, yeah, you ain't passin' me (woo-ooh)

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 (whoo-ooh)

It's time to slime again (ah)

It's time to come back every time, and show 'em how we win

(Whoo-ooh) fuck up from the night, yeah

(Whoo) I keep talkin'

(Whoo) 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 (whoo)

Oh, you tryna take my sauce from me? (Yeah), gotta give that back, huh (whoo)

Oh, you tryna learn how to make this bread? Gotta take my class (ah)

We even got them bands, huh, we even got them clamped (whoo, ooh)

You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, a-ha

(Ah) Maison Margiela, huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh

(Whoo-ooh) yeah, new chain from Moss, yeah, don't touch my bezel

- It's already the end -