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Dreadlocks
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Dreadlocks est sorti le 20 mars 2020 par Black Butter dans le cadre de l'album Plead The 5th
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Date de sortie20 mars 2020
LabelBlack Butter
LanguageEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM97

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Young T & Bugsey
Young T & Bugsey
Chant
Aod
Aod
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ra'chard Tucker
Ra'chard Tucker
Composition
Adedoyin Adewuyi
Adedoyin Adewuyi
Composition
Aod
Aod
Composition
E.y
E.y
Composition
Elias Knight
Elias Knight
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Aod
Aod
Production
E.y
E.y
Production
Elias Knight
Elias Knight
Production
MSM
MSM
Ingénierie de mixage
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Yeah
[Verse 2]
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 3]
Please don't play games
I got **** 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 truck
Cooling with a rich porter
D'n'G for my daughter
Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch
Got guap, move block like rubicks
In the coupe, bust a dance to the music
Drop the top, make her lose it
[Verse 4]
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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 5]
I was running up and bumming out the big bucks
Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot
16 when I knew I want my wrist flood
Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch
All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler
If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter
See, my **** in the back came with the ooh-rah
Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sa
Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers
Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers?
Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her
Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah
At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors
Pigs got my **** dashing 'round the courtyard
Ten toes in my Fours
Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah
[Verse 6]
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
Written by: Adedoyin Adewuyi, Aod, E.y, Elias Knight, Ra'chard Tucker
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