Lyrics 11 - Thouxanbanfauni

11

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
Word to the wise, don’t try to be that guy startin beef for a fuckin 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 cause she want me to meet her
Slick and sly, baby that shit don’t slide, who the fuck you think you seein
If you can’t beat em join em, fuck 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, fuck 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