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Slayer7 - Doom Shrooms Lyrics



Slayer7 - Doom Shrooms Lyrics




If I stay posted in my trap, then I'm poppin' doom shrooms
And I'm hangin' out with your bitch watch her just like youtube
They done said the wire ain't no wire, bitch, it's Bluetooth
They done said the wire ain't no wire, bitch, it's Bluetooth

If he want some smoke, then my fellas can strike the matches
And he movin' slow off that perc like he in molasses
That boy couldn't see, guess we need to get him some glasses
Dropping out of school cause I'm failing all of my classes
If you is so smart, go ahead and define a facist
If there is a function, I'm pullin' up like what's happenin

If the pizza here bitch, let me go get my wallet
Bro tryna save his seat like lil' bro just tryna call it
Bitch, when I was little, I was playin' in the ball pit
If I tell my brodie get a lick, then he is on it
That boy hide his head cause he's out there, he in the bonnet
Can you put the money in the bag like is this all it?

I'm just drivin' too fast and live with my bitch's car sick
And I got a bust down on my wrist, this shit's Antarctic
If I'm feeling British, pull up on you with a sharp stick
If I'm feeling British, pull up on you with a musket

Bitch, I hate the British, dump their tea up in the ocean
Bitch, I hate the British, dump their tea up in the ocean

If you want some goo, then you a motherf*ckin' goober
I might have to pull up on your hoe, hit the maneuver

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If I stay posted in my trap, then I'm poppin' doom shrooms
And I'm hangin' out with your bitch watch her just like youtube
They done said the wire ain't no wire, bitch, it's Bluetooth
They done said the wire ain't no wire, bitch, it's Bluetooth

If he want some smoke, then my fellas can strike the matches
And he movin' slow off that perc like he in molasses
That boy couldn't see, guess we need to get him some glasses
Dropping out of school cause I'm failing all of my classes
If you is so smart, go ahead and define a facist
If there is a function, I'm pullin' up like what's happenin

If the pizza here bitch, let me go get my wallet
Bro tryna save his seat like lil' bro just tryna call it
Bitch, when I was little, I was playin' in the ball pit
If I tell my brodie get a lick, then he is on it
That boy hide his head cause he's out there, he in the bonnet
Can you put the money in the bag like is this all it?

I'm just drivin' too fast and live with my bitch's car sick
And I got a bust down on my wrist, this shit's Antarctic
If I'm feeling British, pull up on you with a sharp stick
If I'm feeling British, pull up on you with a musket

Bitch, I hate the British, dump their tea up in the ocean
Bitch, I hate the British, dump their tea up in the ocean

If you want some goo, then you a motherf*ckin' goober
I might have to pull up on your hoe, hit the maneuver

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Writer: alejandro santiago
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Slayer7
Language: English
Length: 1:57
Written by: alejandro santiago

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