the fatal sling - the 11th hour lyrics
[intro]
yuh
the eleventh hour pull up with a f-cking thottie
the eleventh hour pull up with a f-cking shawty
the eleventh hour pull up with a f-cking thottie
the eleventh hour pull up with a f-cking-
yuh
[chorus]
the eleventh hour pull up to your f-cking crib
with the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind, yuh
suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
and everything we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
the eleventh hour pull up to your f-cking crib
with the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind, yuh
suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
and everything we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
[verse 1]
call me leonardo, dicaprio
imma make a couple millions and then i go
pull a tekashi-o, other side of rainbow
that’s where i find myself a pot full of gold
yeah we gon get high tonight
baby we’ll die tonight
f-ck it, we’ll take flight tonight
ain’t got no diamonds, but i’ll shine bright tonight
pull a glock, to my head, with the flock
while shorty give me head on my c-ck
sipping out codeine of the foam cup
motherf-ck they don’t even really know us
pull a john whick, if they focus
huh, what the f-ck they gonna do
pulling up with otac and the rest of the crew
ay, and ion sip purple goo
but if that is the sh-t, then you do f-cking you
[chorus]
the eleventh hour pull up to your f-cking crib
with the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind
suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
and all we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
the eleventh hour pull up to your f-cking crib
with the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind
suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
and everything we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
[verse 2]
now we getting faded, and we real f-cking hazed
man i spoke to elon musk, he told me this is sp-ce ex
now we get s-x ed, just like shorty beth said
now we having fun, while the lads 420 blaze it
man this sh-t some kind of trip, dr. strange call me benedict
and i’m running on your sh-t, sn-tch it and i split
f-ckers talking down, yet they got nothing to prove it
when i catch them red handed, they might just get with bruises
[chorus]
the eleventh hour pull up to your f-cking crib
with the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind
suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
and everything we left behind was a couple of cars
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