My wrist back on froze
My heart back on cold
I don't trust none of these hoes
She don't want my heart
That bitch only want my soul
And I am not no bitch nigga I will never fold
Give a f*ck bout who you told put that pussy back on hold
I'm trynna get these diamonds ion care about no gold
I'm trynna get this money and that's word to my bros
And if a nigga run up that boy don't want no smoke
We gon up a f*cking pole
Aim that shit at yo nose
Yeah he don't want no cancer
My niggas gorillas and they with the f*cking banter
We gon be the judges we gon hit em with that hammer
Hit em with that suplex body bag slammer
She wanna hit me up look lil bitch I will not answer
She wanna have control of me but she can't be commander
Now she wanna run her mouth I'm sick of all the slander
I used to be in love but now I really can't stand her
Your my 11:11
I wish for you to be gone and then out of my way
You are no angel from heaven
Sent in to play with my head I got something to say
You use your words as a weapon
I could care less what you say get the f*ck out my face
I lay my racks on the bed then
RAF Simon steppin they cost me bout 7 no way.
Hol up yeah
And I don't need you back
She asks me where my heart was at I took it off the map
Cuz I can't let you get to that and you know that that's fax
Don't try to say you love me now cuz bitch we know that's cap
Like bitch you need to go
I told her she should get like Jack like lil bitch hit the road
Got no feelings for the hoes
And I stay on my toes
I'm watching for the snakes up in my garden as I grow
Cuz you can't trust these niggas or these bitches wit yo time
I'm glad you on yo grind but look I'm trynna get mine
Can't be stuck in a bind
Cuz I ain't got the time
And imma keep on going hard until the day I die
Yeahh
Your my 11:11
I wish for you to be gone and then out of my way
You are no angel from heaven
Sent in to play with my head I got something to say
You use your words as a weapon
I could care less what you say get the f*ck out my face
I lay my racks on the bed then
RAF Simon steppin they cost me bout 7 no way.
Tommy Lavish - 11:11 Lyrics
Tommy Lavish - 11:11 Lyrics
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My wrist back on froze
My heart back on cold
I don't trust none of these hoes
She don't want my heart
That bitch only want my soul
And I am not no bitch nigga I will never fold
Give a f*ck bout who you told put that pussy back on hold
I'm trynna get these diamonds ion care about no gold
I'm trynna get this money and that's word to my bros
And if a nigga run up that boy don't want no smoke
We gon up a f*cking pole
Aim that shit at yo nose
Yeah he don't want no cancer
My niggas gorillas and they with the f*cking banter
We gon be the judges we gon hit em with that hammer
Hit em with that suplex body bag slammer
She wanna hit me up look lil bitch I will not answer
She wanna have control of me but she can't be commander
Now she wanna run her mouth I'm sick of all the slander
I used to be in love but now I really can't stand her
Your my 11:11
I wish for you to be gone and then out of my way
You are no angel from heaven
Sent in to play with my head I got something to say
You use your words as a weapon
I could care less what you say get the f*ck out my face
I lay my racks on the bed then
RAF Simon steppin they cost me bout 7 no way.
Hol up yeah
And I don't need you back
She asks me where my heart was at I took it off the map
Cuz I can't let you get to that and you know that that's fax
Don't try to say you love me now cuz bitch we know that's cap
Like bitch you need to go
I told her she should get like Jack like lil bitch hit the road
Got no feelings for the hoes
And I stay on my toes
I'm watching for the snakes up in my garden as I grow
Cuz you can't trust these niggas or these bitches wit yo time
I'm glad you on yo grind but look I'm trynna get mine
Can't be stuck in a bind
Cuz I ain't got the time
And imma keep on going hard until the day I die
Yeahh
Your my 11:11
I wish for you to be gone and then out of my way
You are no angel from heaven
Sent in to play with my head I got something to say
You use your words as a weapon
I could care less what you say get the f*ck out my face
I lay my racks on the bed then
RAF Simon steppin they cost me bout 7 no way.
My heart back on cold
I don't trust none of these hoes
She don't want my heart
That bitch only want my soul
And I am not no bitch nigga I will never fold
Give a f*ck bout who you told put that pussy back on hold
I'm trynna get these diamonds ion care about no gold
I'm trynna get this money and that's word to my bros
And if a nigga run up that boy don't want no smoke
We gon up a f*cking pole
Aim that shit at yo nose
Yeah he don't want no cancer
My niggas gorillas and they with the f*cking banter
We gon be the judges we gon hit em with that hammer
Hit em with that suplex body bag slammer
She wanna hit me up look lil bitch I will not answer
She wanna have control of me but she can't be commander
Now she wanna run her mouth I'm sick of all the slander
I used to be in love but now I really can't stand her
Your my 11:11
I wish for you to be gone and then out of my way
You are no angel from heaven
Sent in to play with my head I got something to say
You use your words as a weapon
I could care less what you say get the f*ck out my face
I lay my racks on the bed then
RAF Simon steppin they cost me bout 7 no way.
Hol up yeah
And I don't need you back
She asks me where my heart was at I took it off the map
Cuz I can't let you get to that and you know that that's fax
Don't try to say you love me now cuz bitch we know that's cap
Like bitch you need to go
I told her she should get like Jack like lil bitch hit the road
Got no feelings for the hoes
And I stay on my toes
I'm watching for the snakes up in my garden as I grow
Cuz you can't trust these niggas or these bitches wit yo time
I'm glad you on yo grind but look I'm trynna get mine
Can't be stuck in a bind
Cuz I ain't got the time
And imma keep on going hard until the day I die
Yeahh
Your my 11:11
I wish for you to be gone and then out of my way
You are no angel from heaven
Sent in to play with my head I got something to say
You use your words as a weapon
I could care less what you say get the f*ck out my face
I lay my racks on the bed then
RAF Simon steppin they cost me bout 7 no way.
Writer: Ethan Gulliford
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