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11: Eleven (feat. L.Y.)
by 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
Fuck 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
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
Fuck 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
