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(Ah) I keep talkin', talkin', illuminate (Woo-ooh) 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 brеad? Gotta take my class (Ahh) We evеn 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 Letras de cancionesWalked 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) Hit that, 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 everytime, and show them how we win (Ah) I keep talkin', talkin', illuminate (Woo-ooh) 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 (Ah) Maison Margiela, huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh (Woo-ooh) Yeah, new chain from Moss, yeah, don't touch my bezel From Letras Mania