"Eleven" lyrics
A Spice, the Queen of Dancehall from Jamaica
You know I'm not a rapper...
But Imma do an accent flip
To put my name with a diss? That's suicide
You only had 11 listeners—so I never lied
You shoulda known, if you slid, you slide, huh?
Imma snipe out the ex-bride
You smashed 11 niggas in a hot tub
A wah do big teeth and big gums?
You got—
11 fake bags and 11 fake furs
11 fake shoes and 11 fake purse
I saw you with 11 fake dresses of yours
You made 11 fake Birkin orders, huh
Imma need you to comprehend this
You gonna need 11 periodontists
To fix your overbite, plus 11 dentists
You need 11 writers—you just an apprentice
You got about 11 times 11 in the bank
11 evictions—girl, let's be frank
You ain't on my level, period, point blank
I just closed my 11th house...
Is this a prank?
You mad 'cause you ain't got nothin' on me
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Clock that, I clock that tea
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
My success gettin' you mad
Underrated, I'm the most hated
I'm the bad guy—yeah, that's how they painted
Get blamed for beef that they all created
But I stand ten toes on what I stated
'Cause Imma stand on it
Slash a bitch face, put a band on it
Transform like a miracle—wand on it
Helicopter, backyard—land on it
Graci Noir on body, yeah, brand on it
Bitch, stop chat
When you see me, fall back
Pull out mi fat Glock
Long time you nuh like me, bitch—I clock that
I'm the queen of a country
Bitch, you can't touch me
Bite me and chew me
Crunch me and munch me
Go laba juice yuh mada, gyal
Nyam dat for lunch, yeah
Real boomboclaat Jamaican bad gyal
Try know, this a no TV fake bad gyal
Tell your 11 writers fi prepare for me, gyal
And tell your fren dem how you chat dem—hypocrite gyal
You mad 'cause you ain't got nothin' on me
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Clock that, I clock that tea
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
My success gettin' you mad
Watchin' me like you doin' a retinoscopy
I leave all of you motherfuckers really gossipy
Bitches wanna be me but they a photocopy
They stay up in my ass like a colonoscopy
Misunderstood, 'cause I'm the realest
Pretty Black bitch—I coulda never be less
Misunderstood, 'cause I'm the realest
Pretty Black bitch—I coulda never be less
You mad 'cause you ain't got nothin' on me
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Clock that, I clock that tea
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
My success gettin' you mad
Suck yuh mada
You know I'm not a rapper...
But Imma do an accent flip
To put my name with a diss? That's suicide
You only had 11 listeners—so I never lied
You shoulda known, if you slid, you slide, huh?
Imma snipe out the ex-bride
You smashed 11 niggas in a hot tub
A wah do big teeth and big gums?
You got—
11 fake bags and 11 fake furs
11 fake shoes and 11 fake purse
I saw you with 11 fake dresses of yours
You made 11 fake Birkin orders, huh
Imma need you to comprehend this
You gonna need 11 periodontists
To fix your overbite, plus 11 dentists
You need 11 writers—you just an apprentice
You got about 11 times 11 in the bank
11 evictions—girl, let's be frank
You ain't on my level, period, point blank
I just closed my 11th house...
Is this a prank?
You mad 'cause you ain't got nothin' on me
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Clock that, I clock that tea
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
My success gettin' you mad
Underrated, I'm the most hated
I'm the bad guy—yeah, that's how they painted
Get blamed for beef that they all created
But I stand ten toes on what I stated
'Cause Imma stand on it
Slash a bitch face, put a band on it
Transform like a miracle—wand on it
Helicopter, backyard—land on it
Graci Noir on body, yeah, brand on it
Bitch, stop chat
When you see me, fall back
Pull out mi fat Glock
Long time you nuh like me, bitch—I clock that
I'm the queen of a country
Bitch, you can't touch me
Bite me and chew me
Crunch me and munch me
Go laba juice yuh mada, gyal
Nyam dat for lunch, yeah
Real boomboclaat Jamaican bad gyal
Try know, this a no TV fake bad gyal
Tell your 11 writers fi prepare for me, gyal
And tell your fren dem how you chat dem—hypocrite gyal
You mad 'cause you ain't got nothin' on me
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Clock that, I clock that tea
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
My success gettin' you mad
Watchin' me like you doin' a retinoscopy
I leave all of you motherfuckers really gossipy
Bitches wanna be me but they a photocopy
They stay up in my ass like a colonoscopy
Misunderstood, 'cause I'm the realest
Pretty Black bitch—I coulda never be less
Misunderstood, 'cause I'm the realest
Pretty Black bitch—I coulda never be less
You mad 'cause you ain't got nothin' on me
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Clock that, I clock that tea
Girl, I'm who you wanna be
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
Stay mad, stay mad
My success gettin' you mad
Suck yuh mada
