Correction Lyrics Don’t Rush (DaBaby Remix) by Young T & Bugsey

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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 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 n***a
And I ain't runnin' from no n***as if it's nine n***as
You gotta show me somethin' (Yeah)
I made her bring that pu**y back
It's like she owe me somethin' (Bring it back)
I met her, she was twenty-four
I'm talkin' Kobe number (Swish)
I bought a rim, I'm in that pu**y
Tryna score me somethin' (Rr)
She put my d**k 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 b*t*hes sniff when I walk past
Bling, bling, bling (Bling), you know my jewelry look like elastic
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 b*t*h
She had me climbin' on her (I had to climb)
I pull up, they like, "Aw, sh*t, we got a problem, don't we?" (pu**y)
I smile and show my dimples off
Look like my momma, don't I? (Cheese)

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