Dreadlocks Young T & Bugsey

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[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
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