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don't rush (dadju remix) - young t & bugsey lyrics

[intro]
remix, oh*oh

[chorus: bugsey]
don’t rush, slow touch
brown and white, like i go cunch
grab and buy, make ’em go bust (buss)
eye for an eye, make ’em lose trust
white rum, fizzy pop (pop)
where you dey go? go, we dey go up
catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off)
blammed her twice, man it’s so tough (oh*oh*ah)

[verse 1: dadju]
elle a tapé sur mon torse comme si j’étais king kong (king kong)
elle sait quand faire du sale, elle sait quand dire «non» (dire «non»)
un caractère à la kim jong (ouh)
elle crie comme un bébé qui veut son biberon
wesh, quel bail ? (quel bail ?)
j’vais vous épargner tous les détails
yeah, j’ai failli
lui dire «je t’aime» pour pas qu’elle s’en aille
don’t rush, tu m’as pas dit ton nom (ton nom)
éteins la lumière une seconde (une seconde)
j’aime quand la pièce est sombre (est sombre)
comme si on avait changé d’monde
irrésistible dans la, dans la s*xy robe (nah*eh)
pas besoin d’se débarrasser d’ta robe (nah*eh)
laisse*moi deviner c’qu’il y a sous ta robe
le miel intense se consomme doucement
[chorus: bugsey]
don’t rush, slow touch
brown and white, like i go cunch
grab and buy, make ’em go bust (buss)
eye for an eye, make ’em lose trust (lose trust)
white rum, fizzy pop (pop)
where you dey go? go, we dey go up
catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off)
blammed her twice, man it’s so tough

[verse 2: young t]
aight yo, put the belaire on her batty, make it kotch
seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch
boy got p’s, 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 is a moncler sweater, diesel denim
buy another while 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 tonight with all my bling
big benz, i drive, i brought that ting
any girl you want, they want my ting
[chorus: bugsey]
don’t rush, slow touch
brown and white, like i go cunch
grab and buy, make ’em go bust (buss)
eye for an eye, make ’em lose trust (lose trust)
white rum, fizzy pop (pop)
where you dey go? go, we dey go up
catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off)
blammed her twice, man it’s so tough

[verse 3: bugsey]
flood my ice, make a ho blush
back at the tour bus, gettin’ caught up
dsquared got ’em distressed, gotta hand wash
new racks with the old nikes in the shoe box
keep my stripes, 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 her head lost
off my whites, right my wrongs
gucci my mum, while you diddle your thumbs
count my sums, this is gonna get long
love my green, i’m tryna get strong
tryna get bun, 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
[chorus: bugsey]
don’t rush, slow touch
brown and white, like i go cunch
grab and buy, make ’em go bust (buss)
eye for an eye, make ’em lose trust (lose trust)
white rum, fizzy pop (pop)
where you dey go? go, we dey go up
catch my vibe (vibe), let me go off (off)
blammed her twice, man it’s so tough

- young t bugsey lyrics

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