2020
3:08
Official Music Video
Dreadlocks by Young T & Bugsey
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yeah
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
Please don't play games
I got niggas 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 rubics
In the coupe, bust a dance to the music
Drop the top, make her lose it
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)
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 niggas 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 niggas dashing 'round the courtyard
Ten toes in my Fours
Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah
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
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Dreadlocks by Young T & Bugsey
Dreadlocks* (original Young T & Bugsey)
Yeah
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
Please don't play games
I got niggas 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 rubics
In the coupe, bust a dance to the music
Drop the top, make her lose it
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)
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 niggas 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 niggas dashing 'round the courtyard
Ten toes in my Fours
Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah
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
Dreadlocks (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí
Deebo
Humo en tu cara como un golpe de calor
Hombre caído, lo juro por mis rastas muertas
Hombre caído, lo juro por mis rastas
Disparo, disparo, disparo, disparo, T caliente
Reloj ostentoso, no un G-Shock
Si ella salta en el coupé, es una cama de roca
Levanta las puertas suicidas en la próxima parada
Disparo, disparo, disparo, disparo
Por favor, no juegues
Tengo a mis chicos atrás con la A
Ay
No la amo, la toco y luego me voy corriendo
Podemos saberlo por la forma
Brodie me dijo que la trampa va genial
Sí, estoy tan lejos
No puedo salvarte, tengo que dejarte en el laberinto
Empuja las puertas suicidas hacia arriba
Ay, estoy en una camioneta Porsche
Relajándome con un portero adinerado
D'n'G para mi hija
Sí, Jimmy Cole para mi nueva perra
Tengo dinero, muevo el bloque como un Rubik's
En el coupé, baila al ritmo de la música
Baja la capota, haz que se vuelva loca
Deebo
Humo en tu cara como un golpe de calor
Hombre caído, lo juro por mis rastas muertas
Hombre caído, lo juro por mis rastas
Disparo, disparo, disparo, disparo, T caliente
Reloj ostentoso, no un G-Shock
Si ella salta en el coupé, es una cama de roca
Levanta las puertas suicidas en la próxima parada
Disparo, disparo, disparo, disparo (Sí, sí, sí)
Estaba acumulando y derrochando mucho dinero
Tengo un conductor esperándome, soy un pez gordo
16 cuando supe que quería mi muñeca llena de joyas
Brillo suizo cuando miras mi reloj de pulsera
Toda la acción, no puedo dejarla en un segundo plano
Si está en un jeep, lo más probable es que sea el tirador
Mira, mis chicos de atrás vinieron listos para la acción
Tengo que decirles que se relajen, tomen un woo-sa
Haciendo turnos de cementerio por mis billetes de cinco
¿Quién hubiera pensado que iría a la escuela con algunos condenados a cadena perpetua?
Se acostó con ella en el pasado, solo descubrió que se casó con ella
Le dije a mi hermano que cambiara pero es leal al lycah
En la tienda Fendi pero ella preferiría ir a Michael Kors
Los cerdos hicieron que mis chicos corrieran por el patio
Diez dedos en mis Cuatro
Todavía lo conduzco como si fuera Louis en el Porsche, sí
Deebo
Humo en tu cara como un golpe de calor
Hombre caído, lo juro por mis rastas muertas
Hombre caído, lo juro por mis rastas
Disparo, disparo, disparo, disparo, T caliente
Reloj ostentoso, no un G-Shock
Si ella salta en el coupé, es una cama de roca
Levanta las puertas suicidas en la próxima parada
Disparo, disparo, disparo, disparo
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