Young T & Bugsey - Don't Rush Música y Letra
Don't rush, slow touch Brown on white, like I go cunch Gyal run by, like I'm gone buss (buss) Eye for eye, like I lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go go? When dey go up Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Clammed her twice, man it's so tough Aight yo, put the Beller on the bite and make it clutch Seen the worst, now she wanna give clutch Boy got Ps, now she hopping in the pod Man in real life, sugar gyal them haffi get wopped (yeah) Know she want Doc, told her, "Meet me at the top" Switching lanes the other day, I seen her waiting for a bus Baby this a Montclair sweater, Diesel denim Buy another when my pockets fat like Heather Neck froze like I don't know no better Benzo truck, white seats and they leather Go broke never, on my grind She make it clap like I'm Busta Rhymes I got the juice, the sauce and all them things I blammed her twice and neither wore my bling Big Benz, I drive, I brought that ting And any girl you want, they want my ting Don't rush, slow touch (whoa) Brown on white, like I go cunch (hey) Gyal run by, like I'm gone buss (buss) Eye for eye, like I lose trust (lose trust) White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go go? When dey go up Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Clammed her twice, man it's so tough Flood my ice, make a hoe blush Back at the tall bus, gettin' caught up D squared, got 'em distressed, got a hand wash New racks with the old Nikes in the shoe box Keep my straps, no cuffs Pull up in a new plate and she might just She weren't tryna move bait when our eyes locked New tints on the coupe, that's a head loss Off my whites, right my wrongs Gucci my mom when you twiddle your thumbs Count my songs, this is gonna get long Love my green, I'm tryna get strong Tryna get on, where I'm from, it's on Yes, man don't take no dumb threats They see funds, they hop fence We been up, not up next Don't rush, slow touch (whoa) Brown on white, like I go cunch (hey) Gyal run by, like I'm gone buss (buss) Eye for eye, like I lose trust (lose trust) White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go go? When dey go up (up) Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Clammed her twice, man it's so tough And introducing The one and only Big truck, no clutch (clutch) Wrist rose, don't touch French Ciri, I'm so drunk (turnt) 'Cause I can't drink and drive, where's my chauffeur? Man the wraps on, with that coca I really hope this time record don't floss See, I was in a walk now my penthouse at the top They said they best friends, I bet they both fuck 'Cause they won't cuss, 'cause they said I sold drugs And when you down there, nobody around Where's the comeback, when you blow up? I forgot my jacket, but my heated seats help me warm up Fast train to Inverurie, I used to go up It's a run up 'cause they sold out my show in Scotland Used to say I wanna put Tottenham on the map But one day I'ma change the map in Tottenham Don't rush, slow touch (whoa) Brown on white, like I go cunch (hey) Gyal run by, like I'm gone buss (buss) Eye for eye, like I lose trust (lose trust) White rum, fizzy pop (pop) Where you dey go go? When dey go up Catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off) Clammed her twice, man it's so tough
Young T & Bugsey - Don't Rush Música y Letra