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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up I ain't no hero, I guess I'm a villian I got the kilo, I stretch it, I bend it She got the pre-roll, I snatch it, I lit it I got an ego on sex and she get it Fuck her in public, that's sex in the city Bust me a nut, then step back, hit my gritty On an opp, I roll up like a pack of that sticky If an opp try to run, hit his back up like Ricky (Blat) All of my guns hold a hundred Blunt full of gas, all my cars motor runnin' All y'all boys know runnin' Real pimp shit, turn all y'all hoes into money All y'all owe me some money Rich nigga, still kill, all y'all owe me some money Wake up taped up, I turn all y'all boys into mummies I ain't no hero, but I'm still a legend I go from zero to 187 I feel likе Tebow, I'm ballin' forever I feel likе Rino, I bust with the Desert I keep me a kilo on top of my dresser I fuck me a freak ho on top of my dresser, yeah Eat the ho out and digest her, yeah Keep the ho out of my dresser Letras de canciones I ain't no hero, but I'm still a legend I go from zero to AK-47 I'm a carpedo, you follow directions It's murder she wrote in capital letters I put the dreams in the bag and I sell 'em Feel like Magneto, bang bang with this with metal I got machine guns, my matchin' machetes I ain't no hero, I guess I'm the villain I ain't a hero but I'm still a villian (Yeah) I got some hundreds that's stuck to the ceiling (Yeah) Hop on the beat and I'm causin' a killin' (Yeah) I'm with the squad, they don't care 'bout your feelings (No) Tunechi just sent it, he said, "Tecca, kill it" I be worried 'bout Benji's, I'm worried 'bout digits If I step on your block, then we spinnin' like fidgets Better watch out, they hoppin' right up out the Civic Two-tone bag, I'm steady winnin', oh you so mad She givin' top and my phone on flash I'm in some shit they ain't know about yet Heard she a thot, I don't know about that Movin' funny, how I go about that? Watch your back, I don't know about that Never lack, we ain't goin' outside, yeah Better just mind your business, yeah Quiet around here, no visits, yeah She fell in love, how I'm livin', yeah I ain't a hero, but I'm still a villian, yeah Hundreds, they stuck to the ceiling, yeah Broken, I cannot heal it, yeah Stolen, I do not feel it, yeah Know that I'm in the building, yeah I ain't no hero, I guess I'm a villian I got the kilo, I stretch it, I bend it She got the pre-roll, I snatch it, I lit it I got an ego on sex and she get it Fuck her in public, that's sex in the city Bust me a nut, then step back, hit my gritty On an opp, I roll up like a pack of that sticky If an opp try to run, hit his back up like Ricky (blat) All of my guns hold a hundred Blunt full of gas, all my cars motor runnin' All y'all boys know runnin' Real pimp shit, turn all y'all hoes into money All y'all owe me some money Rich nigga, still kill, all y'all owe me some money Wake up taped up, I turn all y'all boys into mummies I ain't no hero, but I'm still a legend I go from zero to AK-47 I'm a carpedo, you follow directions It's murder she wrote in capital letters I put the dreams in the bag and I sell 'em Feel like Magneto, bang bang with this with metal I got machine guns, my matchin' machetes I ain't no hero, I guess I'm the villain I ain't a hero but I'm still a villian (Yeah) I got some hundreds that's stuck to the ceiling (Yeah) Hop on the beat and I'm causin' a killin' (Yeah) I'm with the squad, they don't care 'bout your feelings (No) Tunechi just sent it, he said, "Tecca, kill it" I be worried 'bout Benji's, I'm worried 'bout digits If I step on your block, then we spinnin' like fidgets Better watch out, they hoppin' right out by that Civic (Bitch) From Letras Mania