It's background here
Aye aye
20 on 11 that's how much i got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
20 on 11 that's how much i got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
Bitch
Bike wit the pegs
Got the homie on the back
F*ck wearing knee pads
I got knee caps with the scratch
New b's on my feet
Yeah the be lookin like they scraps
Homie wit the camera tell him don't forget the flash
Hit the liquor store
Buy us a couple Arizona's
Paid it wit the quarters that I saved form my allowance
Two pennies back got me feeling overzealous
Thinking to myself god damn these bitches jealous
Now the sun is goin down
Street lights turning orange
Ridin round town wit a rusted ford taurus
MGMT comes on
But we only know the chorus
Tank is on empty
I'ma fill it like my drawers
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
Bitch
It's 20 past 11 and I'm thinking about that ass
Hit my line and I'm speeding to you race in like a drag
Late night on the soul search so hers I'm bout to snatch
I'm a learn her like it's math in the box like I was Jack
Long dick yeah you won't wanna go back to the nigga got him tripping
Because you got me in your search and like in pictures
Saying that he seen you online late I was online right with you but
Little did he know it wasn't just that I was just in your guts
Big dick energy
Yea she into me
He envy me
Be a friend of me or be a enemy
Leave easily
She see defeat
She see im heat
I give her d
And leave her be
Tried relationships before
And that's not what this finna be ha
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
Bitch
Background kill that shit
Fig Karl - 20 on 11 (feat. Maliq Jordan) Lyrics
Fig Karl - 20 on 11 (feat. Maliq Jordan) Lyrics
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It's background here
Aye aye
20 on 11 that's how much i got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
20 on 11 that's how much i got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
Bitch
Bike wit the pegs
Got the homie on the back
F*ck wearing knee pads
I got knee caps with the scratch
New b's on my feet
Yeah the be lookin like they scraps
Homie wit the camera tell him don't forget the flash
Hit the liquor store
Buy us a couple Arizona's
Paid it wit the quarters that I saved form my allowance
Two pennies back got me feeling overzealous
Thinking to myself god damn these bitches jealous
Now the sun is goin down
Street lights turning orange
Ridin round town wit a rusted ford taurus
MGMT comes on
But we only know the chorus
Tank is on empty
I'ma fill it like my drawers
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
Bitch
It's 20 past 11 and I'm thinking about that ass
Hit my line and I'm speeding to you race in like a drag
Late night on the soul search so hers I'm bout to snatch
I'm a learn her like it's math in the box like I was Jack
Long dick yeah you won't wanna go back to the nigga got him tripping
Because you got me in your search and like in pictures
Saying that he seen you online late I was online right with you but
Little did he know it wasn't just that I was just in your guts
Big dick energy
Yea she into me
He envy me
Be a friend of me or be a enemy
Leave easily
She see defeat
She see im heat
I give her d
And leave her be
Tried relationships before
And that's not what this finna be ha
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
Bitch
Background kill that shit
Aye aye
20 on 11 that's how much i got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
20 on 11 that's how much i got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
Bitch
Bike wit the pegs
Got the homie on the back
F*ck wearing knee pads
I got knee caps with the scratch
New b's on my feet
Yeah the be lookin like they scraps
Homie wit the camera tell him don't forget the flash
Hit the liquor store
Buy us a couple Arizona's
Paid it wit the quarters that I saved form my allowance
Two pennies back got me feeling overzealous
Thinking to myself god damn these bitches jealous
Now the sun is goin down
Street lights turning orange
Ridin round town wit a rusted ford taurus
MGMT comes on
But we only know the chorus
Tank is on empty
I'ma fill it like my drawers
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
Bitch
It's 20 past 11 and I'm thinking about that ass
Hit my line and I'm speeding to you race in like a drag
Late night on the soul search so hers I'm bout to snatch
I'm a learn her like it's math in the box like I was Jack
Long dick yeah you won't wanna go back to the nigga got him tripping
Because you got me in your search and like in pictures
Saying that he seen you online late I was online right with you but
Little did he know it wasn't just that I was just in your guts
Big dick energy
Yea she into me
He envy me
Be a friend of me or be a enemy
Leave easily
She see defeat
She see im heat
I give her d
And leave her be
Tried relationships before
And that's not what this finna be ha
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
20 on 11 that's how much I got for gas
20 past 11 only thinking bout that ass
20 plus 11, 31 is on the dash
I ain't goin fast
Middle fingers when they pass
Bitch
Background kill that shit
Writer: Noah Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid