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11th & Biscayne Video (MV)




Performed By: GhostLaFa
Language: English
Length: 4:10
Written by: Roderick Harris Jr.




GhostLaFa - 11th & Biscayne Lyrics




Lights out
Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club
My nigga and set the stage
Bring ya squad my nigga
I bring the gang
Pick side lil mama I'll do the same
I ain't the one you wanna bark about
I mean I really ain't the one you wanna talk about
I mean its cool on the cool we can talk it it out
I mean it is what it is
But You should watch your mouth
Pick a time
Pick a
Pick a place
Pick a
Pick a club
My nigga and set the stage
Bring ya squad my nigga
I bring the gang
Pick side lil mama I'll do the same
I ain't the one you wanna bark about
I mean I really ain't the one you wanna talk about
I mean its cool on the cool we can talk it it out
I mean it is what it is
But You should watch your mouth

Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club my nigga and set the stage
Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club my nigga and set the stage

Place all bets
I put money on your head
And have you pay
All debts
I'm workin' on my attitude
I'm try to pray off stress
Nice guy cool smile
But I don't take no threats
Kurrupt city to easy street
It all started on beck
Columbus drive to Biscayne
Pussy nigga say it with ya chest
Pick a time
Pick a date
Pick at me wrong my niggaz
Pick at your face
She outta pocket my niggaz gone make her pay
You put her out I just put her back in her place
F*ck out your feelings I only gave her a taste
F*ck off my phone my nigga back to the cake
That cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Show up at your nigga party
Bitch and eat you off his plate
I'm lookin' for dessert
Cuz shit we already ate
And niggax claim they got cake
They burn they hands tryin' to bake
That's hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
I turn crabs in the bucket to sushi
And crab cakes, nigga

Woah oa
Ah na na nao

I might send a bad bitch to star island
Teach her how to finesse
And have the stars wilding
Then make him spend it all in a week
Then she gone bring it all back to me
Tell him do lunch on the beach
Pick a spot any spot
Take a seat
Catch me at the ball game with heat
What up Twon
What up Seth
What up Lee
This is life
Play ya part
Play with me wrong
My niggaz pick you apart
I got her mind
I let you play with her heart
Get out of line
We send you back to the start
I aint the one you want a bark about
I mean I really aint the one you wanna talk about it
I mean its cool on the cool we can talk it out
I mean it is what it is my nigga watch your mouth

Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club my nigga and set the stage
Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club my nigga and set the stage
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English

Lights out
Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club
My nigga and set the stage
Bring ya squad my nigga
I bring the gang
Pick side lil mama I'll do the same
I ain't the one you wanna bark about
I mean I really ain't the one you wanna talk about
I mean its cool on the cool we can talk it it out
I mean it is what it is
But You should watch your mouth
Pick a time
Pick a
Pick a place
Pick a
Pick a club
My nigga and set the stage
Bring ya squad my nigga
I bring the gang
Pick side lil mama I'll do the same
I ain't the one you wanna bark about
I mean I really ain't the one you wanna talk about
I mean its cool on the cool we can talk it it out
I mean it is what it is
But You should watch your mouth

Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club my nigga and set the stage
Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club my nigga and set the stage

Place all bets
I put money on your head
And have you pay
All debts
I'm workin' on my attitude
I'm try to pray off stress
Nice guy cool smile
But I don't take no threats
Kurrupt city to easy street
It all started on beck
Columbus drive to Biscayne
Pussy nigga say it with ya chest
Pick a time
Pick a date
Pick at me wrong my niggaz
Pick at your face
She outta pocket my niggaz gone make her pay
You put her out I just put her back in her place
F*ck out your feelings I only gave her a taste
F*ck off my phone my nigga back to the cake
That cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Cake
Show up at your nigga party
Bitch and eat you off his plate
I'm lookin' for dessert
Cuz shit we already ate
And niggax claim they got cake
They burn they hands tryin' to bake
That's hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
I turn crabs in the bucket to sushi
And crab cakes, nigga

Woah oa
Ah na na nao

I might send a bad bitch to star island
Teach her how to finesse
And have the stars wilding
Then make him spend it all in a week
Then she gone bring it all back to me
Tell him do lunch on the beach
Pick a spot any spot
Take a seat
Catch me at the ball game with heat
What up Twon
What up Seth
What up Lee
This is life
Play ya part
Play with me wrong
My niggaz pick you apart
I got her mind
I let you play with her heart
Get out of line
We send you back to the start
I aint the one you want a bark about
I mean I really aint the one you wanna talk about it
I mean its cool on the cool we can talk it out
I mean it is what it is my nigga watch your mouth

Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club my nigga and set the stage
Pick a time
Pick a place
Pick a club my nigga and set the stage
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Writer: Roderick Harris Jr.
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