HEADRUSH Songtext
von DOGMA SOCIETY

If shawty in my section I′m gon' take her wherever
Plain Jane on my wrist at the cuff of my sweater
I don′t need to pray to god bitch I got my berretta
And all these diamonds only right we been applying that pressure

Only 18 but my mind's 47
Bitch it's family over money ain′t no way I′ll be switching
I'm gon′ ride for my brothers till the day I ain't living
I heard you snitch to cut your time, what the fuck you thinking?
Blow this fucking wood damn I can′t even pass
Got my lungs throbbing, this that blueberry thrax
Bad bitch in Burberry she keep shaking that ass
I took that bitch to Jimmy Choo now all she think bout' is bags bitch


Big gun watch it blast far
Got you runnin′ in laps like a nascar
Rollin' heavy metal foot fuck the pedal
Yea I'm turning these whips into a crash cars
And the fake shit It′s gon′ get you hit
Swear it's dogma the clique yea that part
Yea we stay equipped watch us let it rip kaleemah and I′ll rip out ya damn heart
We was in the vip then went to the whip
Now we doing the dash in a jaguar
Blowin' on a zip while she suckin′ dick And I bet she ain't think I was that hard
It′s a hit or miss ignorance is bliss it don't matter I'm swiping a black card
And I′ll do the race you ain′t see the face camera cover my eyes w a black bar

If shawty in my section I'm gon′ take her wherever
Plain Jane on my wrist at the cuff of my sweater
I don't need to pray to god bitch I got my berretta
And all these diamonds only right we been applying that pressure

Pussy why you talking?
Know my dogs they start the barking huh
Finish what you started ima take a couple life′s from ya
Clearly ima a target but they'll never get to rise with us
See them fear the prophet NUBE$ now a ticking timing bomb
DOGMA bitch we bout′ it bout' it
Yeah we bark we bite bitch
Hollow tips and Chopping bodies talking tough his night ends
On a fritz and popping Oxys
Now I'm feeling righteous

If shawty in my section I′m gon′ take her wherever
Plain Jane on my wrist at the cuff of my sweater
I don't need to pray to god bitch I got my berretta
And all these diamonds only right we been applying that pressure


Bag on my side got 2 blades
Fit all black like Bruce Wayne
Big racks in my pocket no loose change
Lil Goth bitch with me got mood swangs huh
Fuck rap bitch I rock out
Knife to his neck no glock out
Go against me, too pussy, I knock out
Said he want war hoe my gang gon pop out aye huh
Bloody veins, masochist I love the pain huh huh
Not the same 12 gauge kick back like Cobain huh huh
Beam got range put a pussy bitch to shame huh huh
DOGMAWORLD that bitch won′t forget the name huh huh

If shawty in my section I'm gon′ take her wherever
Plain Jane on my wrist at the cuff of my sweater
I don't need to pray to god bitch I got my berretta
And all these diamonds only right we been applying that pressure