No rush

See no watch, now she wanna give crutch Boy got peace, now she hoppin' in the pod

Man in real life, sugar gallimanth, it get wok

When she want duck, tell dem meet me at the torch

Fishing lens or other, dey I seen her waiting for a bus

Maybe this a montclair sweater, bezo denim Buy another one, my pockets fat like heather

Neck froze like I don't know no better Benzo truck, white seats and they never

Go broke never, on my grind She make it clap like I'm Busta Rhymes

I got the juice, the sauce and all dem things I blammed her twice a night 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 country, grab and bite

They can go bust, eye for eye They can lose trust, quiet run, easy pop

Where you dey go, go, we dey go up That's my vibe, let me go off, climb the

cliff Man it's so tough

Flood my ice, make a whole blush Back at the tour bus, getting caught up

D square, got em distressed Got a hand wash, new racks with the old nikes

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