The Rush Lyrics

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The Rush song lyrics are written by Doobie

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Selected song name: The Rush
Singer Name: Doobie
Lyrics written by: Doobie

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Yeahhh, yeahhh

Oooh, oooh, oooh
Yeahhh, yeahh, yeahh
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Yeahhh, yeahh, yeahh


When I’m off the Ex I feel like X man
Hit her wit that voodoo and that hex man
Once I f**k her ima pa** her to the next man
I got hits of acid in my headband
Riding in that big body benzo
I don't know what is a friend zone
I’m tryna f**k u and your friends tho
F**k you and your friends tho
Shawty got them t**ties with the ice on em
F**k around and put some ice on her
That booty fat I’m tryna bite on it
Ima bend that booty over buss a line on it
Shawty I just wanna see that a** drop
Ima smoke my weed and let my cash talk
Ima pa** her to the homie like my last thot


I hit my woadie for the Becky
White girl raw ain’t talking wrestling
My b*t*h call I ain’t confessing
They just tryna ride my jet ski
Don’t you step on my toes
Don’t you step on my coke
I got my foot all on they neck
I got my d**k in they b*t*h throat
B*t*h I drop a bag on her just to make her feel important
Walking on blood when I’m steeping in my Dorothy’s
I can feel a rush
I can feel a rush


I got yo b*t*h at my concert, Topless
In da pu**y I'm a monster, Lochness
She hope I forget my condoms, that's nonsense
Baby I don't need no johnson & Johnsons
In dat box be posted like comments
Drunk as hell I only toast to my accomplishments
Shawty trynna cuff I don't do bondage
Tryna fix a broken heart, I don't do promises
My Fish scale smell good as hell if you into it
Imma buss a line on dat booty & make her friend do it
B*t*h I'm offa hitta, I be wit her, like my sin music
Me & Doobie f**kin on twin sisters, thats how kin do it
We don't wait in line at the a** spots
I jus throw it up & let cash drop
We got the bag secured
Wit the pad lock

I hit my woadie for the Becky
White girl raw ain’t talking wrestling
My b*t*h call I ain’t confessing
They just tryna ride my jet ski
Don’t you step on my toes
Don’t you step on my coke
I got my foot all on they neck
I got my d**k in they b*t*h throat
B*t*h I drop a bag on her just to make her feel important
Walking on blood when I’m steeping in my Dorothy’s
I can feel a rush
I can feel a rush