| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ay, my heroes weren’t Batman and Superman and Spiderman, bro
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| I had some different type of heroes, my nigga
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| Let’s talk about 'em
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| All my idols on the motherfucking fed list
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| All my opps on the motherfucking dead list (R.I.P. 'em)
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| If I pick my money up, I might as well deaD lift
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| Caught your brother on a killer, now he dead, bitch
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| P. S.A. to all these niggas, y’all can’t fuck with me (Y'all can’t fuck with me)
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| When we chilling, bitch, don’t bring no niggas up to me
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| Ay, I’m in the Bay but I’m on Texas
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| Yeah, I send that backend, catch it
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| She hit me like, «Why, you ain’t answer?»
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| 'Cause I’m with my bitch, ho, text me
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| These Gabbana, these ain’t no Margiellas
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| When she with me, that’s when she get the wettest
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| Styrofoam cup and that’s Codeine infested
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| Drinkin' the syrup like I’m under the weather (Ooh, ooh)
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| I put you niggas on, give me my credit (Ooh, ooh)
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| Condo in LA, it’s gettin' developed (Ooh, ooh)
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| She woke up, she ate me for breakfast (Ooh, ooh)
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| Boy, who you talking to? |
| Don’t get embarrassed
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| We can get far from all that Gucci in Paris
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| You won’t see this in no stores, the rarest
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| Don’t make us get on that car, we gon' air it
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| We live by that gang, and that beef, we inherit
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| Ooh, ooh, them niggas robbed you because you let 'em
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| Ooh, ooh, I got twenty choppas, I feel like Tip Harris
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| My shit authentic, their shit generic
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| I’m the founder, I’m not your chairman
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| Don’t play with the Boogieman, shit’ll get scary
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| And I’ma be quiet like this a library
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| I send them killers to get 'em, I flip 'em
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| When they pull up, you know they gon' rip 'em
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| Soon as he gone, his niggas gon' miss him
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| After a month, them boys gon' forget him
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| Ay, if he got bitches, they better kiss him (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
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| Ay, 'cause this' they last lil' couple days with him
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| I go throw with that K in a Sprinter
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| Put on my jewelry, it feel like the winter
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| Bitch, I’m a boss, refer to me as mister
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| Get it from the bank, printer down, I’ma kill him
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| My bitch bad, don’t need no filter
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| Every time I hit her gotta leave kids in her
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| Chanel boy bag, gotta get in my Floyd bag
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| At the clearport, on jets where we deploy at (Deploy)
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| At the traphouse, that’s where I was employed at (Employed)
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| But I don’t glorify that life, I didn’t enjoy that
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| But I don’t glorify that life, I didn’t enjoy that
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| But I don’t glorify that life (I don’t glorify that life)
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| No, I don’t glorify that life (No, I don’t glorify that life)
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| We at the clearport, got a flight (We at the clearport, got a flight)
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| We at the clearport, got a flight (We at the clearport, got a flight)
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| We at the clearport, got a flight
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| And I don’t glorify that life
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| We at the clearport, got a flight
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| At the clearport, got a flight
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| I should be there, nigga, tonight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heroes , by - Tee Grizzley. Song from the album Scriptures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп