"ELIMINATË" lyrics
(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
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
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Noah Smith, Matvey Shalnev, Alexey Grachev, Brady Tremblay
