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Superhero Lyrics
Superhero Lyrics

Superhero Lyrics

Superhero Song Lyrics

Drankin’ dope turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeahHit that pill, turned me to a superhero, yeah, yeahBoominati 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 againSwitch up the flow again, yeah, yeahFlyer than a parachute, gripping that pole againI’m on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Candy in the cup, gotta get paidKing in the streets, young nigga madeSprayin’ up the crowd, take it to the graveAin’t havin’ problems, I’m sippin’ the barShoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a starNigga get rich, ready take you to warPiss on your casket, shoot at your broad
Do you something nasty, roll you in a ‘garBitch get graphic, fuck me in a carI get you a brand new Rollie tomorrowI put that brand new Rollie on your armAin’t movin’ slow but I’m still on oilTennis bracelets and they came with the frostCuban links all the way up to your jawStep up the swag when I step on a broad
Two dollar half, ooh, that’s the cheapest oneStackin’ these hundreds up, like couponsTold you from the beginning, upper echelonAnd I get to stackin’ up, I’m untouchableI get to represent, money multipleI’m at the top of the charts, unapproachableBread by the loaf, turbo the motorTic-tac-toe, killing all the vultures
Selling elbows, bitch do yogaI deserve awards, serving these bouldersA hundred grand large when I shop, that’s the totalFill up the garage, bitch, I’m a mogulAin’t no facadin’, ain’t no fugaziI drop it off, I get paidDrop top Royce, I’m going crazyI push off, smoking on hazeNot tryna floss, Cartier shades
Candy in the cup, gotta get paidKing in the streets, young nigga madeSprayin’ up the crowd, take it to the graveAin’t havin’ problems, I’m sippin’ the barShoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a starNigga get rich, ready take you to warPiss on your casket, shoot at your broad
Do you something nasty, roll you in a ‘garBitch get graphic, fuck me in a carI get you a brand new Rollie tomorrowI put that brand new Rollie on your armAin’t movin’ slow but I’m still on oilTennis bracelets and they came with the frostCuban links all the way up to your jawStep up the swag when I step on a broad
Dark Knight feeling, die or be a heroOr live long enough to see yourself become a villain
Soon as you up, these niggas wanna bring you downThe weight of the world sit on my shoulders, hold the crownI ain’t got a cape so I can’t save you nowNiggas 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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