11:59

Lyrics for 11:59

Your love is what I'm waiting for (your love, your love, your love) Your love is what I'm waiting for (your love, your love, your love) I could rap about trappin', servin' nickels, slangin' dimes (dimes) See niggas turn 12 like 11:59 (59) I could rap about licks, bricks, weed, slangin' iron (iron) Country ass nigga, country like LeAnn Rimes 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) See, I can talk about a stick And I can talk about a Glock (Glock, Glock) I can talk 'bout this and that, spice lane It's a knot (knot, knot) When it's plex, I'm at your neck Ain't no need to talk it 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' legs hurt Before I fuck, need head first, let me see your neck work She ask me what's my networth VV, diamond shinin', bitch, you see my neck work Bust down Cuban links, she wanna link and network 'Fore we sex, need head first, show me how that neck work I could rap about trappin', servin' nickels, slangin' dimes (dimes) See, niggas turn 12 like 11:59 (11:59, 9, 9, 9) I could rap about licks, bricks, weed, slangin' iron (iron) Country ass nigga, country like LeAnn Rimes 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) Put in so much leg work, that my fuckin' legs hurt I could rap about trappin', servin' nickels, slangin' dimes (dimes) See niggas turn 12 like 11:59 (59) I could rap about licks, bricks, weed, slangin' iron (iron) Country ass nigga, country like LeAnn Rimes 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) 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, Maxo (put in so much leg work) Maxo, Maxo (that my fuckin' legs hurt)