11:59 Lyrics
[Intro]
Your love is what I’m waiting for (Your love, your love, your love, your love)
Your love is what I’m waiting for (Your love, your love)
[Chorus]
I can rap about trappin’, servin’ nickels, slangin’ dimes (Dimes)
Seen niggas turn 12 like 11:59 (59)
I can rap about licks, bricks, weed slangin’ iron (Iron)
Country ass nigga, country like LeAnn Rimes
[Post-Chorus]
We could talk about some hoes but don’t ask me ’bout my bitch
I’ll buy my girl an ass if I really want her thick
We can’t talk about no Crippin ‘less you talkin’ politics
When it come to gangbangin’, I’m a fuckin’ congressman (Fuckin’ congressman)
[Verse 1]
See, I can talk about a stick and I can talk about a Glock (Glock, Glock, Glock)
I can talk ’bout Bissonet, Spice Lane, this and that (That, that, that)
When it’s plex, I’m at your neck, ain’t no need to talk it out (Out, out, out)
Nigga, I’m a big stepper, walk you down and walk you out
Box it out or pop the Glock, I was always head first
Never ran from a nigga, don’t ask if my legs work
Put in so much leg work that my fuckin’ lеgs hurt
Before I fuck, need head first, lеt me see your neck work
She ask me what’s my net worth
VV, diamond shinin’, bitch, you see my neck worth
Bust down Cuban link, she wanna link and network
Before we sex, need head first, show me how that neck work
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[Chorus]
I can rap about trappin’, servin’ nickels, slangin’ dimes (Dimes)
Seen niggas turn 12 like 11:59 (11:59, 9, 9, 9)
I can rap about licks, bricks, weed, slangin’ iron (Iron)
Country ass nigga, country like LeAnn Rimes
[Verse 2]
What you know about Molly? I can show you ’bout Keisha
Do a homi’, pay for bodies, but I never paid for features
Not a pastor or a reverend, I could preach about steppin’
In the streets I got credits, swipe your body with a Visa
Shootin’ pistols like a pencil, had to put in lead work
Off the porch, head first, I had to bump my head first
I never ran from a nigga, don’t ask if my legs work (Work, work, work)
Put in so much leg work, that my fuckin’ legs hurt
[Chorus]
I can rap about trappin’, servin’ nickels, slangin’ dimes (Dimes)
Seen niggas turn 12 like 11:59 (11:59, 9, 9, 9)
I can rap about licks, bricks, weed, slangin’ iron (Iron)
Country ass nigga, country like LeAnn Rimes
[Post-Chorus]
We could talk about some hoes but don’t ask me ’bout my bitch
I’ll buy my girl an ass if I really want her thick
We can’t talk about no Crippin ‘less you talkin’ politics
When it come to gangbangin’, I’m a fuckin’ congressman (Fuckin’ congressman)
[Outro]
Yeah, no, I ain’t trippin’ off no booty or no coochie, that shit don’t move me, you know what I’m sayin’?
I need a motherfuckin’ bag, you know what I’m sayin’?
Purse first, ass last, you know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, put in so much leg work, that my fuckin’ legs hurt
Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo