11: Eleven (feat. L.Y.)
Tim Black
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What up, L It's just another moment in time for us to talk greasy again They know what time it is Talk to them 11-11, 11-11 The stick and the whip and the gear shift 11-11, 11-11 When you see me make a wish, bitch 11-11, 11-11 Everything was given to me from my wish list 11-11, 11-11 Every beat I body, now it's time to get rich Cast up the whip, I'm on the road again Make a major move, crush my opps like a soda can See these niggas looking worried about my next move I'm in first class, why the pilot burning jet fuel We ain't the same, you still competing with your classmates I'm at the terminal, pre-rolls in my bag, man The niggas stay consistent till the cash came Now every chick I speak to want my last name F*ck that Counting down, headed south in a minute Your life fabricated, it's a gimmick Shorter than a New York minute, I'm just here to go the distance For the paper, not the women The game worth more than the money, hope you listen It's that million dollar talk, it's a lot more where that came from You niggas lame, walking to the beat of the same drum I made my own lane, never worry bout what they gon' say Looking at the clock, it's double on say 11-11, 11-11 The stick and the whip and the gear shift 11-11, 11-11 When you see me make a wish, bitch 11-11, 11-11 Everything was given to me from my wish list 11-11, 11-11 Every beat I body, now it's time to get rich If it ain't money in this talk, you get the dial tone They don't send me features, they send shit that I can style on Rolling up my self-guessing trucks, I got that cowl on Or I could put this bread on your top, now you a cow zone Blowing with the plug on the boat, we don't smoke the same Comedians, I'm laughing to the bank, we don't joke the same All in, trust I'm treating life like a poker game Showing up, drinking my cup, yeah, Kurt Cobain Breaking down trees so I can level my mental Paid the fee up front so I can blow in the rental I ain't gotta give them nothing if I'm wanting these women Shit, being in my presence is the perfect incentive Yeah, oh, I think she like me, it's something bout my posture Your bitch got a pussy, then I bet I can pop her Name L.Dot, but she call me Big Papa Perforated edges, I could break her off, throb her Yo, Captain Cappin', don't get your captain crunched Taking pics with them blicks and then cap them once Get capped, now you Captain Dunst Getting calls from Fat Kyrie, like you snapping up, feel like us 11-11, 11-11 The stick and the whip, ain't the gear shift 11-11, 11-11 When you see me, make a wish, bitch 11-11, 11-11 Everything was given to me from my wish list 11-11, 11-11 Every beat, I body, now it's time to get rich 11-11, 11-11 The stick and the whip, ain't the gear shift 11-11, 11-11 When you see me, make a wish, bitch 11-11, 11-11 11-11, 11-11 11-11, 11-11 11-11, 11-11
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