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Heave Ho lyrics
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Heave Ho lyrics

[Verse 1: Frawst]

I'm just an angry ol' vet

I'm aimin' straight for your head

Ain't got no reason speakin' to you if we ain't breakin' no bread

I got demons, I got ops tryna erase all my blessings

Dealing with PTSD, anxiety, and depression

Permanently I'm damaged, back when we met, I was manic

Niggas caught me lackin' was too busy chasing the dragon, uh

On some bullshit, you can miss me

Your music ain't it, chief

Your latest disc as good as a frisbee, uh

Ways wicked till that nail me too an iron cross

A nigga with lion paws, big dick, giant balls

Been wreslting with thought of suicide, Iʼm lost

I get a lot envy from the aura I give off

I'm the type put my balls on your side broads

Y'all be listenin' to music with your eyeballs

Gold watch on my wrist, bubble on my bae

Want my money on the double, I don't come for play

[Chorus: Frawst]

Want my money on the double, want my money on the double

Want my money on the double, I don't come for play

Want my money on the double, want my money on the double

Want my money on the double, I don't-I don't come for play

Want my money on the double, want my money on the double

Want my money on the double, I don't come for play

Want my money on the double, want my money on the double

Want my money on the double, I don't-I don't come for play

[Verse 2: Frawst]

Ooh, fuckin' nerds must've struck a nerve

Whenʼll these lil' mothafuckin' thirst buckets learn

You ainʼt a killer, you just a baby gorilla

Fuck around and catch shell like armadillo, you soft as Jello

Amaretto sour in my cup

To power up, we doin' titty bumps

Shots of one fifty one rum

Nose powder make the strippers come, hoe

White grams go for sixty bucks, look

[Bridge: Frawst]

No more hunger pains, a nigga's tryna eat like bodegas and delicatessens

Love killin' backpackers with lack of direction

No one cares about your message

Kickin' knowledge from back to the essence

No more hunger pains, a nigga's tryna eat like bodegas and delicatessens

Love killin' backpackers with lack of direction

No one cares about your message

Kickin' knowledge from back to the essence

[Chorus: Frawst]

Want my money on the double, want my money on the double

Want my money on the double, I don't come for play

Want my money on the double, want my money on the double

Want my money on the double, I don't-I don't come for play

Want my money on the double, want my money on the double

Want my money on the double, I don't come for play

Want my money on the double, want my money on the double

Want my money on the double, I don't-I don't come for play

[Outro: Frawst]

No more hunger pains, a nigga's tryna eat

No more hunger pains, a nigga's tryna eat

No more hunger pains, a nigga's tryna eat

No more hunger pains, a nigga's tryna eat

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