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Heisman (Prod. By Forge Solis) Video (MV)




Performed By: Rob Morris
Length: 2:42
Written by: Robert Soto
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Rob Morris - Heisman (Prod. By Forge Solis) Lyrics
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Ya ya ya ya ya
Hit the Heisman on these clowns
Moving round the town
Leave em where they're found
Stiffed arm to the ground
Hahahah
Owww
Give me the ball
I'll never look back
Juking the comp
Stiff arming the best
She says I'm a mess
I promise. Me? She'll never forget
F*ck what they thought
Stumbling, falling, and eating those rocks
I'm convinced there's one way to the top
Move according to what universe plots
Of course I done dropped
Course I done failed
Course I done slipped
Fell off the trail
Happens a lot
F*ck all that talk
I always get up
Always the one
F*ck on your love
Says its a drug
Lationship
Clouded by drink
No way I could think
F*ck what they mean
Tours overseas
Ivy Done league
They say I'm a beast
Open your ears
Keep lookin' at me
I hit the Heisman
Hit the Heisman pose on em
Like a train with no conductor
Can't stop a muhf*cker
I hit the
Ya
Marshawn Lynch on em
Hit it
Can't love her
Raise the banner
Standing under
Pain makes you weak?
Pain is a treat
Tasting defeat
Blood in my teeth
Smiling and shining alongside of my team
One of one
Rather be me
You should be you
Matter a fact
Jump off the roof
Mike let the waiter know that'll be all
I wanted the rings
He wants the applause
Always admit when I'm wrong
You just point fingers
Cause you have no balls
Full of these flaws
Thats what they hate
Sorry, its fate
I run through the rain
You don't know pain
Step in my kleets
You're tasting defeat
Blood on my heels
Gritting my teeth
Mike and Vern blockin for me
End at the zone
Forget all these hoes
Eyes on the gold
Always the goal
I hit the Heisman
Hit the Heisman pose on em
Like a train with no conductor
Can't stop a muhf*cker
I hit the
Ya
Marshawn Lynch on em
Hit it
Can't love her
Raise the banner
Standing under
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Ya ya ya ya ya
Hit the Heisman on these clowns
Moving round the town
Leave em where they're found
Stiffed arm to the ground
Hahahah
Owww
Give me the ball
I'll never look back
Juking the comp
Stiff arming the best
She says I'm a mess
I promise. Me? She'll never forget
F*ck what they thought
Stumbling, falling, and eating those rocks
I'm convinced there's one way to the top
Move according to what universe plots
Of course I done dropped
Course I done failed
Course I done slipped
Fell off the trail
Happens a lot
F*ck all that talk
I always get up
Always the one
F*ck on your love
Says its a drug
Lationship
Clouded by drink
No way I could think
F*ck what they mean
Tours overseas
Ivy Done league
They say I'm a beast
Open your ears
Keep lookin' at me
I hit the Heisman
Hit the Heisman pose on em
Like a train with no conductor
Can't stop a muhf*cker
I hit the
Ya
Marshawn Lynch on em
Hit it
Can't love her
Raise the banner
Standing under
Pain makes you weak?
Pain is a treat
Tasting defeat
Blood in my teeth
Smiling and shining alongside of my team
One of one
Rather be me
You should be you
Matter a fact
Jump off the roof
Mike let the waiter know that'll be all
I wanted the rings
He wants the applause
Always admit when I'm wrong
You just point fingers
Cause you have no balls
Full of these flaws
Thats what they hate
Sorry, its fate
I run through the rain
You don't know pain
Step in my kleets
You're tasting defeat
Blood on my heels
Gritting my teeth
Mike and Vern blockin for me
End at the zone
Forget all these hoes
Eyes on the gold
Always the goal
I hit the Heisman
Hit the Heisman pose on em
Like a train with no conductor
Can't stop a muhf*cker
I hit the
Ya
Marshawn Lynch on em
Hit it
Can't love her
Raise the banner
Standing under
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Writer: Robert Soto
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