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ahc – head rush lyrics

f+ck out of my face, start running
try to take my place, i’m the base
you can never chase money
never catching me, i’m not fronting
busy thinking what you wanna do
i get through
like honey
i see you tryna be all chummy with me
like i can’t see through it
it’s too motherf+ckin’ funny
i’m a get it if i want it
(i’m a get it if i want it) te quedas joven
i been living in the moment
crafting now i’m tryna hone it

i dont need to prove it to you
cause i do it with the music that i’m pushin’
hoya that you dug yourself in
i don’t know your life, but it’s selfish
call me when you wanna be serious
you don’t impress me, bye
ask me, try to waste time
not charity case, why you hit my line
baby i don’t even know you
why you think i owe you
f+ck off, just let it die
sorry sorry i’m a b+tch
why i gotta apologize for your sh+t
put me on a pedestal, honey just quit
got flaws like a hot girl does
what’s the sitch

what makes you think i’m yours
no one gonna tell you no
i got you on the floor

take off
you know i’m so fly
do you wanna ride boy
i can hold tight

uh, aw
gotta head rush
looking at a pretty girl like, like us
slow down, getting so (uh)
now you wanna (sniff)
now you wanna
uh, aw
better step off
giving me no room
shut the f+ck up
runaway while i’m being nice to you
i’m about to switch it up on you so bad
that you won’t recover
soda pop in a crop top got the bass drop
candy face and the bitty waist, and i won’t stop
i’m a little b+tch with a little dog and a little bag
got the boys to the curb and i’m unmatched
earth sign, calvin klein
i’m so pretty
me and ahc hottest b+tches in the city
toes black
and a heel stack in the drive thru
perfume on, and i’m douched
even on the zoom
shady scoot lootin’ the pride off these b+tches
i don’t even know the names of these b+tches
got a head rush and i’m seeing the stars
looks like i’m lookin in the mirror too hard
non stop sl+t and i’m stirring the pot
slurp my drink while i watch you rot
imitating my crew must be a big chore
i eat like a f+cking kid in a candy store

it ain’t gonna cost you none
stop tryna get on my song
whack ass
hooker, no talent?
weigh me down, i’ll put you in a casket
like a moth to a flame, b+tches sticking on me like magnets
magnets
and i’ve f+ckin had it
cut you with a hatchet
call me when you wanna work
flaccid, all you ever given me
in all of your tracks so
f+ck out of my face said it in the intro
woah
pop out
run the city like
got my cash out
hash house
eat it out
what it taste like? (taste like candy baby)
put it in your face like

face time
gonna leave it behind
if you hate me
why me quedo in your timeline
too hot
motherf+ckers hate it when i shine

- ahc lyrics

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