Chords for Young T & Bugsey - Don't Rush (Lyrics) ft. Headie One
Tempo:
76.1 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
C#
A
G#
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [D#] [G#]
[C#m] Don't rush, slow touch, brown and white Like a gold conch, grab and bite
We can go bust, eye for eye We can lose trust, white rum, easy pop
Where you dey go, go, we dey go up That's my vibe, let me go off
Lamb that trife, man it's so tough
Aight yo, put the belly around her body, make her clutch
Single watch, now she wanna give crutch
Boy got ease, now she hoppin' in the pod Man a real life sugar gal, in my face get walked
If you want doctor, then meet me at the top
She lose her other day, I seen her waiting for a bus
Wearing a Simone Clair sweater, diesel denim
Buy another one, my pockets fat like ever
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 [C#] Busta Rhymes
I got the juice, the sauce and all them things
I [C#m] blammed her twice, and I revoked my bling
Big Benz, I drive, I brought that ting
Any girl you want, they want my ting
Don't rush, slow touch, brown or white
Like I go country, drive on by
They can go bust, eye for eye
They can lose trust, white rum
Easy pop, where you they go, go with the go up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
Flood my ice, make her whole blush
Back at the door, bus gettin' cool up
E-square, got em distressed
Got a hand wash, new racks with the old nights
In the shoe box, keep my stripes
No cuffs, pull up in a new plate
And she might just, see when tryna move bait
When her eyes locked, new tits on the coupe
That's a head loss, off my whites
Right my wrongs, Gucci my mom
Want you to do your thumbs, count my sums
This is gonna get long, love my green
I'm tryna get strong, tryna get on
Where I'm from, it's on, yes
Man don't take no dumb threats
They see funds, they hot, rent
We been up, not up, next
Don't rush, slow touch, brown or white
I can go country, grab and bite
I can go bust, eye for eye
I can lose trust, quite wrong
Easy pop, where you they go, go, where they go, up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
[A]
[C#] [G#] [C#m] Big drop, don't clutch
Wrist rolls, don't touch
French Siri, I'm so drunk
Cause I can't drink and drive with my show phone
Man I'm up, with the coke off
I really hold this time, I work, I don't floss
See I was in a walk, now my penance at the top
Jay said they best friends, I bet they both [C#] fuck
As they bought Costco, they said I sold drugs
And when you're [C#m] down, ain't nobody around
I'm bout to come back, when you blow up
Off a gum and jacket, but my heated seats help me warm up
Fast train to Inverary, I used to go up
It's ironic, I just sold out my show in Scotland
Used to say I wanna put Tottenham on a map
But one day, I'ma change the map in Tottenham
Don't rush, slow touch, run away
Like a good country, grab and bite
I can go bust, eye for eye
I can lose trust, quite wrong
Easy pop, where you dey go, go with the go up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
[C#m] Don't rush, slow touch, brown and white Like a gold conch, grab and bite
We can go bust, eye for eye We can lose trust, white rum, easy pop
Where you dey go, go, we dey go up That's my vibe, let me go off
Lamb that trife, man it's so tough
Aight yo, put the belly around her body, make her clutch
Single watch, now she wanna give crutch
Boy got ease, now she hoppin' in the pod Man a real life sugar gal, in my face get walked
If you want doctor, then meet me at the top
She lose her other day, I seen her waiting for a bus
Wearing a Simone Clair sweater, diesel denim
Buy another one, my pockets fat like ever
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 [C#] Busta Rhymes
I got the juice, the sauce and all them things
I [C#m] blammed her twice, and I revoked my bling
Big Benz, I drive, I brought that ting
Any girl you want, they want my ting
Don't rush, slow touch, brown or white
Like I go country, drive on by
They can go bust, eye for eye
They can lose trust, white rum
Easy pop, where you they go, go with the go up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
Flood my ice, make her whole blush
Back at the door, bus gettin' cool up
E-square, got em distressed
Got a hand wash, new racks with the old nights
In the shoe box, keep my stripes
No cuffs, pull up in a new plate
And she might just, see when tryna move bait
When her eyes locked, new tits on the coupe
That's a head loss, off my whites
Right my wrongs, Gucci my mom
Want you to do your thumbs, count my sums
This is gonna get long, love my green
I'm tryna get strong, tryna get on
Where I'm from, it's on, yes
Man don't take no dumb threats
They see funds, they hot, rent
We been up, not up, next
Don't rush, slow touch, brown or white
I can go country, grab and bite
I can go bust, eye for eye
I can lose trust, quite wrong
Easy pop, where you they go, go, where they go, up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
[A]
[C#] [G#] [C#m] Big drop, don't clutch
Wrist rolls, don't touch
French Siri, I'm so drunk
Cause I can't drink and drive with my show phone
Man I'm up, with the coke off
I really hold this time, I work, I don't floss
See I was in a walk, now my penance at the top
Jay said they best friends, I bet they both [C#] fuck
As they bought Costco, they said I sold drugs
And when you're [C#m] down, ain't nobody around
I'm bout to come back, when you blow up
Off a gum and jacket, but my heated seats help me warm up
Fast train to Inverary, I used to go up
It's ironic, I just sold out my show in Scotland
Used to say I wanna put Tottenham on a map
But one day, I'ma change the map in Tottenham
Don't rush, slow touch, run away
Like a good country, grab and bite
I can go bust, eye for eye
I can lose trust, quite wrong
Easy pop, where you dey go, go with the go up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
Key:
C#m
C#
A
G#
D#
C#m
C#
A
_ [A] _ _ _ [D#] _ _ [G#] _ _
_ _ [C#m] Don't rush, slow touch, brown and white Like a gold conch, grab and bite
We can go bust, eye for eye We can lose trust, white rum, easy pop
Where you dey go, go, we dey go up That's my vibe, let me go off
Lamb that trife, man it's so tough
Aight yo, put the belly around her body, make her clutch
Single watch, now she wanna give crutch
Boy got ease, now she hoppin' in the pod Man a real life sugar gal, in my face get walked
If you want doctor, then meet me at the top
She lose her other day, I seen her waiting for a bus
Wearing a Simone Clair sweater, diesel denim
Buy another one, my pockets fat like ever
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 [C#] Busta Rhymes
I got the juice, the sauce and all them things
I [C#m] blammed her twice, and I revoked my bling
Big Benz, I drive, I brought that ting
Any girl you want, they want my ting
Don't rush, slow touch, brown or white
Like I go country, drive on by
They can go bust, eye for eye
They can lose trust, white rum
Easy pop, where you they go, go with the go up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
Flood my ice, make her whole blush
Back at the door, bus gettin' cool up
E-square, got em distressed
Got a hand wash, new racks with the old nights
In the shoe box, keep my stripes
No cuffs, pull up in a new plate
And she might just, see when tryna move bait
When her eyes locked, new tits on the coupe
That's a head loss, off my whites
Right my wrongs, Gucci my mom
Want you to do your thumbs, count my sums
This is gonna get long, love my green
I'm tryna get strong, tryna get on
Where I'm from, it's on, yes
Man don't take no dumb threats
They see funds, they hot, rent
We been up, not up, next
Don't rush, slow touch, brown or white
I can go country, grab and bite
I can go bust, eye for eye
I can lose trust, quite wrong
Easy pop, where you they go, go, where they go, up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
[A] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] Big drop, don't clutch
Wrist rolls, don't touch
French Siri, I'm so drunk
Cause I can't drink and drive with my show phone
Man I'm up, with the coke off
I really hold this time, I work, I don't floss
See I was in a walk, now my penance at the top
Jay said they best friends, I bet they both [C#] fuck
As they bought Costco, they said I sold drugs
And when you're [C#m] down, ain't nobody around
I'm bout to come back, when you blow up
Off a gum and jacket, but my heated seats help me warm up
Fast train to Inverary, I used to go up
It's ironic, I just sold out my show in Scotland
Used to say I wanna put Tottenham on a map
But one day, I'ma change the map in Tottenham
Don't rush, slow touch, run away
Like a good country, grab and bite
I can go bust, eye for eye
I can lose trust, quite wrong
Easy pop, where you dey go, go with the go up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] Don't rush, slow touch, brown and white Like a gold conch, grab and bite
We can go bust, eye for eye We can lose trust, white rum, easy pop
Where you dey go, go, we dey go up That's my vibe, let me go off
Lamb that trife, man it's so tough
Aight yo, put the belly around her body, make her clutch
Single watch, now she wanna give crutch
Boy got ease, now she hoppin' in the pod Man a real life sugar gal, in my face get walked
If you want doctor, then meet me at the top
She lose her other day, I seen her waiting for a bus
Wearing a Simone Clair sweater, diesel denim
Buy another one, my pockets fat like ever
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 [C#] Busta Rhymes
I got the juice, the sauce and all them things
I [C#m] blammed her twice, and I revoked my bling
Big Benz, I drive, I brought that ting
Any girl you want, they want my ting
Don't rush, slow touch, brown or white
Like I go country, drive on by
They can go bust, eye for eye
They can lose trust, white rum
Easy pop, where you they go, go with the go up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
Flood my ice, make her whole blush
Back at the door, bus gettin' cool up
E-square, got em distressed
Got a hand wash, new racks with the old nights
In the shoe box, keep my stripes
No cuffs, pull up in a new plate
And she might just, see when tryna move bait
When her eyes locked, new tits on the coupe
That's a head loss, off my whites
Right my wrongs, Gucci my mom
Want you to do your thumbs, count my sums
This is gonna get long, love my green
I'm tryna get strong, tryna get on
Where I'm from, it's on, yes
Man don't take no dumb threats
They see funds, they hot, rent
We been up, not up, next
Don't rush, slow touch, brown or white
I can go country, grab and bite
I can go bust, eye for eye
I can lose trust, quite wrong
Easy pop, where you they go, go, where they go, up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough
[A] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] Big drop, don't clutch
Wrist rolls, don't touch
French Siri, I'm so drunk
Cause I can't drink and drive with my show phone
Man I'm up, with the coke off
I really hold this time, I work, I don't floss
See I was in a walk, now my penance at the top
Jay said they best friends, I bet they both [C#] fuck
As they bought Costco, they said I sold drugs
And when you're [C#m] down, ain't nobody around
I'm bout to come back, when you blow up
Off a gum and jacket, but my heated seats help me warm up
Fast train to Inverary, I used to go up
It's ironic, I just sold out my show in Scotland
Used to say I wanna put Tottenham on a map
But one day, I'ma change the map in Tottenham
Don't rush, slow touch, run away
Like a good country, grab and bite
I can go bust, eye for eye
I can lose trust, quite wrong
Easy pop, where you dey go, go with the go up
That's my vibe, let me go off
Blam that trife, man it's so tough _ _ _ _ _