Dreadlocks (Explicit)
Young T & Bugsey"Dreadlocks (Explicit)" é uma música de Young T & Bugsey, 2020, Pop. A música tem 3:04 de duração, 65 lines / 458 words.
Letra
0:07Yeah
0:10Deebo
0:11Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
0:13Man down, put that on my dead locs
0:15Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
0:18Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
0:20Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
0:22If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
0:25Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
0:27Shot, shot, shot, shot
0:29Please don't play games
0:32I got niggas in the back with the A
0:35Ay
0:38I don't love her, hit her then I do the race
0:40We can tell by the way
0:42Brodie told me that the trap's doing great
0:44Yeah, I'm so away
0:47I can't save you, gotta leave you in the maze
0:49Push the suicide doors up
0:52Ay, I'm in a Porsche truck
0:55Cooling with a rich porter
0:57D'n'G for my daughter
0:59Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch
1:02Got quap, move block like rubicks
1:04In the coupe, bust a dance to the music
1:06Drop the top, make her lose it
1:09Deebo
1:10Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
1:11Man down, put that on my dead locs
1:14Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
1:17Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
1:18Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
1:21If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
1:23Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
1:27Shot, shot, shot, shot (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
1:28I was running up and bumming out the big bucks
1:30Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot
1:3216 when I knew I want my wrist flood
1:34Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch
1:37All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler
1:39If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter
1:42See, my niggas in the back came with the ooh-rah
1:44Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sa
1:47Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers
1:49Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers?
1:52Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her
1:54Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah
1:57At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors
1:59Pigs got my niggas dashing 'round the courtyard
2:02Ten toes in my Fours
2:04Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah
2:07Deebo
2:08Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
2:10Man down, put that on my dead locs
2:13Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
2:15Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
2:18Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
2:21If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
2:23Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
2:25Shot, shot, shot, shot
2:49Rudebwoy stop 'e noise man
2:52Weh yuh know bout bloodclaat good tings?
2:55Weh yuh know bout di shoes yah, dem shirt yah
3:01Dem bloodclaat pants yah?
3:04Stop yuh chattings man
Yeah Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot Please don't play games I got niggas in the back with the A Ay I don't love her, hit her then I do the race We can tell by the way Brodie told me that the trap's doing great Yeah, I'm so away I can't save you, gotta leave you in the maze Push the suicide doors up Ay, I'm in a Porsche truck Cooling with a rich porter D'n'G for my daughter Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch Got quap, move block like rubicks In the coupe, bust a dance to the music Drop the top, make her lose it Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I was running up and bumming out the big bucks Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot 16 when I knew I want my wrist flood Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter See, my niggas in the back came with the ooh-rah Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sa Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers? Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors Pigs got my niggas dashing 'round the courtyard Ten toes in my Fours Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot Rudebwoy stop 'e noise man Weh yuh know bout bloodclaat good tings? Weh yuh know bout di shoes yah, dem shirt yah Dem bloodclaat pants yah? Stop yuh chattings man
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