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heartbeat - woaheric lyrics

[intro]
feel my heartbeat
am i still alive feel my heartbeat
am i still alive feel my heartbeat
am i still alive feel my heartbeat

[verse 1]
am i still alive feel my heartbeat
bae stop the car can you park it?
i gotta thank you for the hardest
you stayed, you promised to save me from my darkness
i wanna’ go search for apartments, i wanna’ be more than an artist
i wanna be the best and the smartest
if he talk sh*t we gon’ harm him

[hook]
i don’t wanna go before i’m famous
let me let the blade rip
i f*cked that little b*tch to the bass, now the bass hit
pour a couple dranks feel the sp*ce get the place lit
treat it like a race leave this place in a sp*ceship
i just want the money money money money
yuh choppa hold a hundred hundred hundred hundred
yuh we gon’ shoot he running running running running
yeah we gon’ shoot he running running running running
[verse 2]
uh woke up real moody, woke up with shawty we shooting a movie
hand me the grabba, i’m rolling a lucy
i love the fronto, i’m hitting it smoothly aye
truly like where are the ops at? i call up lil bro and we tryna’ roll opp packs
we run up on em’ knocking his top back
we run up on em’ choppa got knock back aye
p*ssy right there is my target, we run up on him he out at the market
we shoot up on him, like my name harden
put him on tvs like his names martin
aye never was fronting, choppa hold more than a dozen
shoot at his grammy, his auntie, his cousin
choppa shoot blocks mac*11 stay steady it’s bussin’

[bridge]
uh grabba with the za in a raw in be barking
big dog sh*t hit eem’ all leave eem’ gushing
taymor sh*t love my choppa it be bussin’
big .30 rounds shoot an oppa who you rushing?
i just got love for the b*tch, wanna’ with the b*tch, wanna’ f*ck on the b*tch in my own lane
i just wanna’ cuff on the b*tch, wanna’ wanna f*ck the lil b*tch on my own plane

[hook]
i don’t wanna go before i’m famous
let me let the blade rip
i f*cked that little b*tch to the bass, now the bass hit
pour a couple dranks feel the sp*ce get the place lit
treat it like a race leave this place in a sp*ceship
i just want the money money money money
yuh choppa hold a hundred hundred hundred hundred
yuh we gon’ shoot he running running running running
yeah we gon’ shoot he running running running running
[verse 3]
woke up real moody, woke up with shawty we shooting a movie
hand me the grabba, i’m rolling a lucy
i love the fronto, i’m hitting it smoothly
i just got love for the b*tch, wanna’ with the b*tch, wanna’ f*ck on the b*tch in my own lane
i just wanna’ cuff on the b*tch, wanna’ wanna f*ck the lil b*tch on my own plane

[outro]
i don’t wanna’ go before i’m faded
i’m wasted, now i’m running away from a grave i’ve created
yeah i’m wasted
now i’m running away from a grave, that’s been chasing

- woaheric lyrics

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