Lyrics Guns - Route 83, K9

Guns

Money, Fame
Is what people need these days
Money, Fame
Play your game
Baby, wait
Gotta communicate
Baby, wait
Hmmm well played
Lies, lies in your eyes
You’re blinded by money and its disguise
Lies, Lies in your eyes
Lies in your eyes yeah
I don’t want you to be the bad one
I won’t let you just go hit and run
Burning flame
Makes you hallucinate
Burning flame
You’re a slave
Running plates
Gunning the ones you hate
Gun and bait
Ruined fate
Lies, lies in your eyes
Your’e blinded by money and its disguise
Lies, Lies in your eyes
Lies in your eyes yeah
I don’t want you to be the bad one
No you just can’t play with all your guns
I’m sick n tired of flexin'
I ain’t gotta prove none to ‘em I’m tried & tested
Talk’s cheap, come test me
Im’a make sure that u gonn' regret this -hear me out
Killatype, on the grind
Route 83 that’s fire
Bump to this shit all night
This so tight, kill a bitch on sight
Make a deal with the devil when u fuck with me
I’ll show u everything, just follow me
No money, no fame, but they all wanna treat me like a king, haters mad so they
come for me
100, I’m commited all the way
Steve Rog' «i can do this all day»
Get money we can split it both ways
I’m a god when i grind, i can’t stop, No way!