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Dreadlocks
6.743
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dreadlocks foi lançado em 20 de março de 2020 por Black Butter como parte do álbum Plead The 5th
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Data de lançamento20 de março de 2020
SeloBlack Butter
LanguageEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM97

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Young T & Bugsey
Young T & Bugsey
Vocais
Aod
Aod
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Ra'chard Tucker
Ra'chard Tucker
Composição
Adedoyin Adewuyi
Adedoyin Adewuyi
Composição
Aod
Aod
Composição
E.y
E.y
Composição
Elias Knight
Elias Knight
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Aod
Aod
Produção
E.y
E.y
Produção
Elias Knight
Elias Knight
Produção
MSM
MSM
Engenharia (mixagem)
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[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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