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dr. bushman - matter of fact كلمات أغنية

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[intro]
i use to wish for a brick
i use to_
ay, ay, as a matter of fact
as a matter of fact
all of these n_ggas they cap

[verse 1]
remember back then i use to wish for a brick
use to sit on my ass really wishin’ for nips
no pharell i’m on my grind like the clips
trap trap, i’m makin’ everything flip
use to f_ck up the pack now my pack startin’ to cl!ck
one man army, no clique
come to your city, f_ck up the whole strip
cash route, real trap sh_t

[chorus]
shock it with the right, whip it with the left
i dropped outta high school and turned to a chef
when i’m in the kitchen, gotta hold your breath
matter of fact get the f_ck outta the crib
make sure you don’t never say what you saw
matter of fact you ain’t seen nothin’ at all
matter of fact
matter of fact you ain’t see nothin’ at all
as a matter of fact, ima get rich off the trap
my fiends so annoyin’, they won’t let me nap
i ain’t sleep in three days as a matter of fact
trap, trap, trap, trap
that n_gga cappin’, i’ll buy him a hat
i even buy the capper a tracksuit to match
these n_ggas my children, i’m really your dad
i wanna see them grow i gave them this swag
[verse 2]
there’s only one bushman, my soul’s unmatched
you can find me in the kitchen, that’s my natural habitat
i’m tryna be where the guap at, i’m tryna find where the racks at
i drove three_hundred miles north, i’m tryna find where the trap’s at
i ain’t goin’ home until i’m richer
i’ma stack it taller than a pillar
i’ma flash it until they get the picture
i’ma go gettin’ ass n_gga
i’ma stack it taller than a pillar
i’ma flash it until they get the picture
i’ma go gettin’ ass n_gga
d_mn this backwoods got me high might have an asthma attack
and i’m smokin’ deadman might have a spiritual attack
i tell my loved ones pray for me ‘cause god don’t answer me back
i’m on the highway takin’ risks i hope you watchin’ my back

[chorus]
shock it with the right, whip it with the left
i dropped outta high school and turned to a chef
when i’m in the kitchen, gotta hold your breath
matter of fact get the f_ck outta the crib
make sure you don’t never say what you saw
matter of fact you ain’t seen nothin’ at all
matter of fact
matter of fact you ain’t see nothin’ at all
as a matter of fact, ima get rich off the trap
my fiends so annoyin’, they won’t let me nap
i ain’t sleep in three days as a matter of fact
trap, trap, trap, trap
that n_gga cappin’, i’ll buy him a hat
i even buy the capper a tracksuit to match
these n_ggas my children, i’m really your dad
i wanna see them grow i gave them this swag
[outro]
there’s only one bushman, my soul’s unmatched
you can find me in the kitchen, that’s my natural habitat
i’m tryna be where the guap at, i’m tryna find where the racks at
i drove three_hundred miles north, i’m tryna find where the trap’s at

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