letra de my dog died pt. 1 - tuv
(metro, metro, metro, metro)
drankin’ dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
hit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah
boominati turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeah (metro)
(if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you)
i’m on that dope again, i’m in that flow again
switch up the flow again, yeah, yeah
flyer than a parachute, gripping that pole again
i’m on that oil again, yeah, yeah
candy in the cup, gotta get paid
king in the streets, young n-gga made
sprayin’ up the crowd, take it to the grave
ain’t havin’ problems, i’m sippin’ the bar
shoutout to dallas, my b-tch is a star
n-gga get rich, ready take you to war
p-ss on your casket, shoot at your broad
do you something nasty, roll you in a ‘gar
b-tch get graphic, f-ck me in a car
i get you a brand new rollie tomorrow
i put that brand new rollie on your arm
ain’t movin’ slow but i’m still on oil
tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
cuban links all the way up to your jaw
step up the swag when i step on a broad
two dollar half, ooh, that’s the cheapest one
stackin’ these hundreds up, like coupons
told you from the beginning, upper echelon
and i get to stackin’ up, i’m untouchable
i get to represent, money multiple
i’m at the top of the charts, unapproachable
bread by the loaf, turbo the motor
tic-tac-toe, k!lling all the vultures
selling elbows, b-tch do yoga
i deserve awards, serving these boulders
a hundred grand large when i shop, that’s the total
fill up the garage, b-tch, i’m a mogul
ain’t no facadin’, ain’t no fugazi
i drop it off, i get paid
drop top royce, i’m going crazy
i push off, smoking on haze
not tryna floss, cartier shades
candy in the cup, gotta get paid
king in the streets, young n-gga made
sprayin’ up the crowd, take it to the grave
ain’t havin’ problems, i’m sippin’ the bar
shoutout to dallas, my b-tch is a star
n-gga get rich, ready take you to war
p-ss on your casket, shoot at your broad
do you something nasty, roll you in a ‘gar
b-tch get graphic, f-ck me in a car
i get you a brand new rollie tomorrow
i put that brand new rollie on your arm
ain’t movin’ slow but i’m still on oil
tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
cuban links all the way up to your jaw
step up the swag when i step on a broad
dark knight feeling, die or be a hero
or live long enough to see yourself become a villain
soon as you up, these n-ggas wanna bring you down
the weight of the world sit on my shoulders, hold the crown
i ain’t got a cape so i can’t save you now
n-ggas wanna hate, rather see you drown (yeah)
and the world keep spinnin’ (yeah)
like i’m the only one in it (am i the only one?) why?
they don’t wanna see you winnin’ (no, no, no, no)
so who’s really the villain? (yeah)
(whooo, who’s the villain? who’s the villain?)
(live long enough to see yourself become a villain)
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- letra de intro - אינטרו - dor3 - דור3
- letra de heaven - cao.
- letra de bad bitch - spirreto
- letra de reverie - son volt
- letra de it’s a good thing i don’t drink - trace adkins
- letra de pretty boy - brayan medina
- letra de moving* - lil tecca
- letra de sponsor - gorka