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trappin like the 80’s - dr. bushman lyrics

[intro]
ayy, bushman
ayy, uh

[chorus]
we trappin’ like we tryna bring the eighties back
i drop the bounce, but i’m tryna bring her baby back
i crush the birds, still like to get groovy
i’ll still serve them, b*tch, i’m not boujee
my hotline it bling like a beeper
bushman got the base bumpin’ through your speakers
sucker mc’s, don’t want no beats either
‘ready done know your honey, i’ll just teef her
[verse]
i was cookin’ booger sugar in a beaker
i watch the junky’s nose bleed from the blessure
that guy that keeps on od, just take a chill pill, dude
oh my god, bro, i’m so f*ckin’ zen right now
i ain’t gon’ lie, i poppеd a chill pill too
and i just payed my lawyer, so i’m in a good mood
all the hottiеs wanna ride me, i’m like, “totally, dude!”
yeah*yeah, gnarly, gnarly
it’s so funny, real, real funny
everywhere i go, you know i make it smell funky
i will turn the trap house into soul train
still wanna see me boogie down with your auntie, ayy
i gave her half a perky, like f*ck the oxy
if she do morphine then now we talkin’
my shooters like to slide in, godd*mn, just lot p*ssed
we would really slap shots at you f*ckin’ jive turkeys

- dr bushman lyrics

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