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visa - eleventhirteen lyrics

[intro]
yo, i’m so mad
i bought these drinks ’cause i’m so thirsty
but all the bottles are empty!

cr3scent

this is the moment you’ve been waiting for!

this is a certified cr3scent classic
[chorus: eleven thirteen]
yeah, this a private plane i don’ need no visa
in the mazi, how the f*ck could i be speedin’?
i been wit’ my bros, i count my cheese up
yeah, pockets so heavy them b*tches feel like peter
smokin’ reefer, d*mn, wit’ my b*tch i don’ need no hoe
she made me skeet, uh, yeah, she love to l!ck it up fasho’
yeah, my money long, yo sh*t got alopecia
yeah, boy, you got syphilis for f*ckin’ wit’ a treesh

[verse 1: eleven thirteen]
in this b*tch wit’ my hand on the nina
i don’ need no scope man, this switch it’s gonna stop ya breathin’
need thе wock, need no help, i don’ really need ya
this pistol could pop you like a needlе
yeah, i’m wit’ my b*tch she get it wet like navy seal
see these racks man, they can’t even fit in my alyx
i ain’t cop that sh*t, less than hunnid fifty for a piece (yeah, uh huh)
b*tch i’m on vaca’ out in turks, i bought a beach (ugh)
i roll wit’ cr3scent it’s 3,000 on this mink (yeah)
b*tch i been really smokin’ gas, its not big chief
you better duck man, 5.56’s takin off ya knees
in the club man, i bought the whole b*tch i don’ need no lease
get bread for free, yeah, i got steak boy while you don’t even eat

[verse 2: kkypr]
get out the way, i’m bouta f*ck some sh*t up
you smokin’ on some sh*tty ass weed, i’m bouta spit up
we kicked ’em on the ground, then told his ass to get up
why the f*ck you running for? you know we all gon’ get ’em
yeah, smokin’ on some stinky ass sh*t, ash it, yeah
walk around the function like a f*ckin’ asset, yeah
walkin’ past the telephone pole i tag it, yeah
i walk into a store, check the price and grab it, yeah
[verse 3: eleven thirteen]
shoot like derozan, i’ma send like 80 at his jeep
after that i do my dash, in this coupe like need for speed
let me tell you sum’ boy, i’ma need more than a g
let me tell you sum’ boy, gettin’ this bag wasn’t easy
shootin’ like a face off (off, yeah)
shootin’ out this choppa, gonna take ya face off
this ain’t no mazi, how i’m racin’, i think it paid off
buy that b*tch in cash right now, yeah, no need to pay it off

[chorus: eleven thirteen]
yeah, this a private plane i don’ need no visa, yeah
in the mazi, how the f*ck could i be speedin’?
i been wit’ my bros, i count my cheese up
yeah, pockets so heavy them b*tches feel like peter
smokin’ reefer, d*mn, wit’ my b*tch i don’ need no hoe
she made me skeet, uh, yeah, she love to l!ck it up fasho’
yeah, my money long, yo sh*t got alopecia
yeah, boy, you got syphilis for f*ckin’ wit’ a treesh

- eleventhirteen lyrics

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