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young t & bugsey - dreadlocks كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah

[chorus: bugsey]
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

[verse 1: young t]
please don’t play games
i got n_ggas 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 b_tch
got quap, move block like rubicks
in the coupe, bust a dance to the music
drop the top, make her lose it

[verse 2: bugsey]
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 wristw_tch
all the heat, i can’t leave it in a cooler
if he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter
see, my n_ggas 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 n_ggas dashing ’round the courtyard
ten toes in my fours
still whip it like i’m louis in the porsche, yeah

[outro]
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

- young t bugsey

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