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Young T - Don't Rush [Remix] Lyrics



Young T - Don't Rush [Remix] Lyrics
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[ Featuring Bugsey, Rauw Alejandro ]

This is the remix
Rauw Alejandro
Uh-uh (yah)

Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (bust)
Eye for eye (ey), make 'em lose trust (ey)
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá' entramo' al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa' qué llevarme a una si puedo con do'? (ey)

(Ra-Rauw)
Aquí tenemo' de to' (ay)
Me levanto y no miro el reloj
En la cuenta tengo má' de siete ceros
Ellas me ven y cae un aguacero
Tengo tanto hielo (ey), me congelo (ah)
El cheque llegó, me fui pa'l mall con un maletero
Me siento como un rey (King)
Lebron James (ah), yo nací pa' ganar to' los games (wuh)
Gucci, Louis V, Phillip Plein (yah), ey
Rompemos los parties
Como la cama 'e Neymar en París (wuh)
Siempre en camuflaje y no soy military (ey)
Tengo un GT, ya voy pa'l Ferrari
¿Qué tú quiere', mami? (oh, yah)

Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (bust)
Eye for eye (ey), make 'em lose trust (ey)
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá' entramo' al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa' qué llevarme a una si puedo con do'?

Aight yo, put the Belaire on her batty, make it kotch (oh-oh)
Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch (ey)
Boy got P's, now she hopping in the pod
Man in real life sugar, gyaldem haffi get wopped (yeah; oh)
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 while my pockets fat like Heather (oh)
Neck froze like I don't know no better
Benzo truck, white seats and they leather (oh, oh)
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 the were my team

Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (bust)
Eye for eye (ey), make 'em lose trust (ey)
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá' entramo' al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa' qué llevarme a una si puedo con do'? (ey)

Flood my ice, make a hoe 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 (No)
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 (oh, oh, oh)
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

Don't rush, slow touch (oh)
Brown and white, like I go cunch (ey)
Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (bust)
Eye for eye (ey), make 'em lose trust (ey)
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá' entramo' al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa' qué llevarme a una si puedo con do'? (ey)
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This is the remix
Rauw Alejandro
Uh-uh (yah)

Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (bust)
Eye for eye (ey), make 'em lose trust (ey)
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá' entramo' al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa' qué llevarme a una si puedo con do'? (ey)

(Ra-Rauw)
Aquí tenemo' de to' (ay)
Me levanto y no miro el reloj
En la cuenta tengo má' de siete ceros
Ellas me ven y cae un aguacero
Tengo tanto hielo (ey), me congelo (ah)
El cheque llegó, me fui pa'l mall con un maletero
Me siento como un rey (King)
Lebron James (ah), yo nací pa' ganar to' los games (wuh)
Gucci, Louis V, Phillip Plein (yah), ey
Rompemos los parties
Como la cama 'e Neymar en París (wuh)
Siempre en camuflaje y no soy military (ey)
Tengo un GT, ya voy pa'l Ferrari
¿Qué tú quiere', mami? (oh, yah)

Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (bust)
Eye for eye (ey), make 'em lose trust (ey)
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá' entramo' al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa' qué llevarme a una si puedo con do'?

Aight yo, put the Belaire on her batty, make it kotch (oh-oh)
Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch (ey)
Boy got P's, now she hopping in the pod
Man in real life sugar, gyaldem haffi get wopped (yeah; oh)
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 while my pockets fat like Heather (oh)
Neck froze like I don't know no better
Benzo truck, white seats and they leather (oh, oh)
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 the were my team

Don't rush, slow touch
Brown and white, like I go cunch
Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (bust)
Eye for eye (ey), make 'em lose trust (ey)
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá' entramo' al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa' qué llevarme a una si puedo con do'? (ey)

Flood my ice, make a hoe 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 (No)
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 (oh, oh, oh)
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

Don't rush, slow touch (oh)
Brown and white, like I go cunch (ey)
Grab and buy, make 'em go bust (bust)
Eye for eye (ey), make 'em lose trust (ey)
White rum, fizzy pop
Por la entrada de atrá' entramo' al club
A ese toto, no, se le dice que no
¿Pa' qué llevarme a una si puedo con do'? (ey)
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Writer: Adedoyin Olaide Julius-Adewuyi, Daniel James Traynor, Eric Luis Perez Rovira, Irving Ampofo Adjei, Jose M Collazo, Ra'chard Shakur Tucker, Raul A. Ocasio
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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