Don't Rush (feat. DaBaby)

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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
 Don't rush, take your time with it
 I pull up Lamborghini with the dime in it
 She say I'm a super pretty, yeah, a chocolate fine nigga
 And I ain't runnin' from those niggas, if it's not niggas
 You gotta show me somethin' (Yeah)
 I made her bring that pussy back
 It's like she owe me somethin' (Bring it back)
 I met her, she was 24, I'm talkin' Kobe number (Swish)
 I bought a rim, I'm in that pussy, tryna score me somethin' (Rr)
 She put my dick all down her throat
 She tryna choke or somethin' (Nasty)
 She pull her titties out and flash me
 They like the way I smell, these bitches sniff when I walk past
 Bling, bling, bling, you know my jewelry look like elastic (Bling)
 Ring, ring, ring (Brrt, brrt), she keep on callin' but I ain't answer
 The red, I been declinin' on 'em (Yeah)
 I took me down a tall bitch, she had me climbin' on her (I had to climb)
 I pull up, they like, "Aw, shit, we got a problem, don't we?" (Pussy)
 I smile and show my dimples off, look like my momma, don't I? (Cheese)
 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
 Aight yo, put the Belaire on her batty, make it kotch
 Seen the watch, now she wanna give crotch
 Boy got Ps, now she hopping in the pod
 Man in real life sugar, gyal dem 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 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
 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
 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
 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
 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
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:21
Key
2
Tempo
108 BPM

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