Strick - Ocean’s Eleven lyrics
Strick [Tauren O'lander Strickland] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Strick - Ocean’s Eleven lyrics]
Why you goin' up, Reon?
Ocean Eleven on my wrist, movie
I ain't comin' in the club with no toolie
Pack came from Cali', that's gas, oo-wee
Her hips and her ass gotta match for me
But I ain't finna cuff that bitch
I ain't goin' federal
The jeans and my seats match
I got leather on
I'm bossed up, you better watch your tongue
I can take you off
Back and forth, in and out the street
I done seen it all (yeah)
You niggas in the street, we don't play 'em
(We don't play 'em)
You can act I'm the king of Vegas (Oh yeah)
I got your WCW tryna page me
Bitch, lucky, I ain't even make her pay me
(Bitch, pay me)
Got millions for the team on the list (Uh)
All these shots, ain't no way we gon' miss
(No way) i got ice hangin' off of my fist
(Shh, off of my fist)
Revenge is a served cold dish (Food)
We took some losses but we up now, sky high
(yeah) crew got the octane
Red lights passin' 'em by
Ocean Eleven on my wrist, movie
I ain't comin' in the club with no toolie
Pack came from Cali', that's gas, oo-wee
Her hips and her ass gotta match for me
But I ain't finna cuff that bitch
I ain't goin' federal
The jeans and my seats match
I got leather on
I'm bossed up, you better watch your tongue
I can take you off
Back and forth, in and out the street
I done seen it all