Yeat - ELIMINATË paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson ELIMINATË - Yeat



(Ah) I keep talkin', talkin' (woo-ooh)
Illuminate (illuminate), illuminate (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, (yea, yea)
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 care 'bout lies, diamonds in the eyes
Yeah, walk in Saint Laurent, yeah
Walked in on these diamonds, I done fucked up another night
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 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
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
I got two hundred fuckin' guns, you ain't matchin' me, yeah
You ain't matchin' me, yeah, you ain't passin' 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 every time, and show them how we win
Pull up on me now, yeah
(Ah) I keep talkin', talkin' (woo-ooh)
Illuminate (illuminate), illuminate (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, (yea, yea)
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



Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Noah Smith, Rafe Nelson, Spencer Mott


Yeat - LYFESTYLE
Album LYFESTYLE
date de sortie
18-10-2024




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