11: 11 on the dot
Starin at the mirror to see if my soul in it
Usually hear from gossip
Ain't scrapin no pots
Pourin up baby bottles for my whole kidney
Spot the spot, been lot of movin around
Shoutout my old city
Word to the wise
Don't try to be that guy startin
Beef for a f*ckin feature
Reach for the sky, better have
Your hands up high, cash out when I greet ya
Thick and shy, felt the need to lie
All cuz she want me to meet her
Slick and sly, baby that shit don't slide
Who the f*ck you think you seein
If you can't beat em join em, f*ck that shit
Nigga I stand my ground
Victoria Secret nylon stockings creep up
On her while she down
Build the nerve to act like you ain't do shit
No one ever act concerned when you weren't
It ain't amusing
If you can't beat em join em, f*ck that shit
Nigga I stand my ground
Victoria Secret nylon stockings creep up
On her while she down
Build the nerve to act like you ain't do shit
No one ever act concerned when you weren't
It ain't amusing
11: 11 on the dot
Starin at the mirror to see if my soul in it
Usually hear from gossip
Ain't scrapin no pots
Pourin up baby bottles for my whole kidney
Spot the spot, movin around
Shoutout my old city
11 Video (MV)
Performed By: Thouxanbanfauni
Language: English
Written by: Sante Dubois, Scott Slattery, Taajwar Latimore
Thouxanbanfauni - 11 Lyrics
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11: 11 on the dot
Starin at the mirror to see if my soul in it
Usually hear from gossip
Ain't scrapin no pots
Pourin up baby bottles for my whole kidney
Spot the spot, been lot of movin around
Shoutout my old city
Word to the wise
Don't try to be that guy startin
Beef for a f*ckin feature
Reach for the sky, better have
Your hands up high, cash out when I greet ya
Thick and shy, felt the need to lie
All cuz she want me to meet her
Slick and sly, baby that shit don't slide
Who the f*ck you think you seein
If you can't beat em join em, f*ck that shit
Nigga I stand my ground
Victoria Secret nylon stockings creep up
On her while she down
Build the nerve to act like you ain't do shit
No one ever act concerned when you weren't
It ain't amusing
If you can't beat em join em, f*ck that shit
Nigga I stand my ground
Victoria Secret nylon stockings creep up
On her while she down
Build the nerve to act like you ain't do shit
No one ever act concerned when you weren't
It ain't amusing
11: 11 on the dot
Starin at the mirror to see if my soul in it
Usually hear from gossip
Ain't scrapin no pots
Pourin up baby bottles for my whole kidney
Spot the spot, movin around
Shoutout my old city
Starin at the mirror to see if my soul in it
Usually hear from gossip
Ain't scrapin no pots
Pourin up baby bottles for my whole kidney
Spot the spot, been lot of movin around
Shoutout my old city
Word to the wise
Don't try to be that guy startin
Beef for a f*ckin feature
Reach for the sky, better have
Your hands up high, cash out when I greet ya
Thick and shy, felt the need to lie
All cuz she want me to meet her
Slick and sly, baby that shit don't slide
Who the f*ck you think you seein
If you can't beat em join em, f*ck that shit
Nigga I stand my ground
Victoria Secret nylon stockings creep up
On her while she down
Build the nerve to act like you ain't do shit
No one ever act concerned when you weren't
It ain't amusing
If you can't beat em join em, f*ck that shit
Nigga I stand my ground
Victoria Secret nylon stockings creep up
On her while she down
Build the nerve to act like you ain't do shit
No one ever act concerned when you weren't
It ain't amusing
11: 11 on the dot
Starin at the mirror to see if my soul in it
Usually hear from gossip
Ain't scrapin no pots
Pourin up baby bottles for my whole kidney
Spot the spot, movin around
Shoutout my old city
Writer: Sante Dubois, Scott Slattery, Taajwar Latimore
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing