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      Young T & Bugsey

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      Young T & Bugsey - Dreadlocks Música y Letra

      [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 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
      
      [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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
      
      [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 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
      
      [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
      
      [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 - Dreadlocks Música y Letra

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