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Don't Rush (feat. Busta Rhymes)
Young T & Bugsey
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Don't rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Gyal run by, like I'm gon' buss (Buss) Eye for eye, like I lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (Pop) Where you the go-go, do they go up? Catch my shit (shit), let me go off (Off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough Aight yo, put the beller on the bite, he make her cotch Seen the watch, now she wanna give niggas Boy got Ps, now she hopping in the pod Man in real life, sugar gyaldem haffi get wopped (Yeah) Know she want dark, told her "Meet me at the top" Switching lanes the other day, I seen her waiting for a bus Baby this a Moncler 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 Any girl you want, they want my ting Don't rush, slow touch Brown and white, like I go cunch Gyal run by, like I'm gon' buss (Buss) Eye for eye, like I lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (Pop) Where you the go-go, do they go up? Catch my shit (shit), let me go off (Off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough Flood my ice, make a hoe blush Back at the tour bus, gettin' caught up D**ked 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 coupé, that's a head loss Off my whites, right my wrongs Gucci my mom while you twiddle your thumbs Count my sums, 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 Brown and white, like I go cunch Gyal run by, like I'm gon' buss (Buss) Eye for eye, like I lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (Pop) Where you the go-go, do they go up? Catch my shit (shit), let me go off (Off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough And introducing The one and only Big truck, no clutch (Clutch) Wrist froze, don't touch French Ciri, I'm so drunk (Turnt) If I can't drink and drive, where's my chauffeur? Bando upsuh, whip that coca I really hope this time my worker don't floss See, I was in the wok, now my penthouse at the top Shawty said they're best friends, I bet they both **** 'Cause they won't cuss, 'cause they said I sold drugs And when you down there, ain't 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 ironic, I just 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 Brown and white, like I go cunch Gyal run by, like I'm gon' buss (Buss) Eye for eye, like I lose trust White rum, fizzy pop (Pop) Where you they go-go, do they go up? Catch my shit (shit), let me go off (Off) Blammed her twice, man it's so tough
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