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YNW Melly - Killuminati Lyrics
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Everything Foreign, haha
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Through his body, through his body, oh, oh, ayy (blatt)
Ayy (blatt), ayy (blatt)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (pull up on the scene)
Ayy, ayy (we slidin')
All you gotta listen to this, for real, ayy

I was down on my dick, tryna run me up a check
Got the Glock 26, I'm tryna trade it for a Tec
Shawty all on my dick, said she tryna give me neck
But she f*ckin' the crew, yeah, she wanna have sex
Got a hundred round extension on that motherf*cking thing
If you run up on me wrong, we gotta let the Ruger bang
If you run up the ground, we gotta let the Ruger slay
And you know we tryna get it, gotta get it out of there

I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick
Gave a f*ck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick
Tryna air it out if they f*ckin' with the crew
We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62's
Tryna rip through his body, went through his body, pop
I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati wild
Pray to God that I got it, pray to God, wow
Pray to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow

Okay, ooh, she a goddess
We got racks in them pockets
She gon' f*ck on the crew
We got double alliance
I'ma go get the money
We ain't f*ckin' with Molly
And my young nigga trippin'
He say he just caught a body
Ride that dick, Maserati
Ride that dick, Kawasaki
If you get it, I'm fly
We do not need a pilot
If you wanna get money
Gotta get the deposit
Gotta run up that check
Even if come to robbin'
Even if it come to stealin'
Killin' or drug dealin', we gotta
Run up the sack, I'm tryna get to a milli'
She wanna f*ck on the crew, she tryna f*ck on civilians
I'm tryna get this money, don't give a f*ck 'bout these children
We gettin' a hundred racks, hundred racks on the daily
I'm tryna get it, no Beyonce or no JAY-Z
But I wanna be in that next billionaires of the world
And I'ma buy a yellow bone, diamond wedding ring

I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick
Gave a f*ck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick
Tryna air it out if they f*ckin' with the crew
We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62's
Tryna rip through his body, went through his body, pop
I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati wild
Pray to God that I got it, pray to God, wow
Pray to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow

Loaded on that oil, oh
Diamonds yellow, white, and they drippin' like snow (woah)
I ain't even gotta have no jewelry on to f*ck 'em (blatt)
I ain't even gotta have no pistol just to tuck 'em (bitch)
I'ma get this money, I'ma slimy a motherf*cker (oh)
Don't play 'round we'll tie the motherf*cker (oh)
And you know we come in perfect timin', motherf*cker (oh)
I'm grimy motherf*cker, I'm grimy motherf*cker (blatt)
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Everything Foreign, haha
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Through his body, through his body, oh, oh, ayy (blatt)
Ayy (blatt), ayy (blatt)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (pull up on the scene)
Ayy, ayy (we slidin')
All you gotta listen to this, for real, ayy

I was down on my dick, tryna run me up a check
Got the Glock 26, I'm tryna trade it for a Tec
Shawty all on my dick, said she tryna give me neck
But she f*ckin' the crew, yeah, she wanna have sex
Got a hundred round extension on that motherf*cking thing
If you run up on me wrong, we gotta let the Ruger bang
If you run up the ground, we gotta let the Ruger slay
And you know we tryna get it, gotta get it out of there

I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick
Gave a f*ck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick
Tryna air it out if they f*ckin' with the crew
We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62's
Tryna rip through his body, went through his body, pop
I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati wild
Pray to God that I got it, pray to God, wow
Pray to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow

Okay, ooh, she a goddess
We got racks in them pockets
She gon' f*ck on the crew
We got double alliance
I'ma go get the money
We ain't f*ckin' with Molly
And my young nigga trippin'
He say he just caught a body
Ride that dick, Maserati
Ride that dick, Kawasaki
If you get it, I'm fly
We do not need a pilot
If you wanna get money
Gotta get the deposit
Gotta run up that check
Even if come to robbin'
Even if it come to stealin'
Killin' or drug dealin', we gotta
Run up the sack, I'm tryna get to a milli'
She wanna f*ck on the crew, she tryna f*ck on civilians
I'm tryna get this money, don't give a f*ck 'bout these children
We gettin' a hundred racks, hundred racks on the daily
I'm tryna get it, no Beyonce or no JAY-Z
But I wanna be in that next billionaires of the world
And I'ma buy a yellow bone, diamond wedding ring

I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick
Gave a f*ck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick
Tryna air it out if they f*ckin' with the crew
We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62's
Tryna rip through his body, went through his body, pop
I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati wild
Pray to God that I got it, pray to God, wow
Pray to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow

Loaded on that oil, oh
Diamonds yellow, white, and they drippin' like snow (woah)
I ain't even gotta have no jewelry on to f*ck 'em (blatt)
I ain't even gotta have no pistol just to tuck 'em (bitch)
I'ma get this money, I'ma slimy a motherf*cker (oh)
Don't play 'round we'll tie the motherf*cker (oh)
And you know we come in perfect timin', motherf*cker (oh)
I'm grimy motherf*cker, I'm grimy motherf*cker (blatt)
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Writer: Jamell Demons, Juan Guerrieri Maril
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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