Tom MacDonald – Buckley’s

Tom MacDonald Buckley's

Tom MacDonald – Buckley’s Lyrics

Artist: Tom MacDonald
Song: Buckley’s

Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money

I’m too high to be f#cked with, my gun smoking, no blunt lit
Two bad b#tches, no bunk beds
I don’t break bread because that’s crummy
I ain’t drug dealing, no drugs with me

I’m a m#th*rf#ck*r like a m#lf with me
Money talks but it’s a bad liar, park the whip on your head, you mad tired
I heard you run the dark side but I also know that darkness falls One shot from this magazine makes you a front page article
My temper show up and my hair long

p#ss# on deck like a sailors arms
I call your whole team tie dye cause we killing all of you hippies at once
I just been friendly with everyone
They think I fall in love with every bud

None of them know me but they heard my songs and when they f#ck their girlfriends them hoes turn it on, like ugh
You livin’ on the edge and your rent’s late
I’m livin’ in the moment and my rent’s paid
I got a guest house, you and your friends can stay

Take a dirt nap, all your beds are made
Don’t f#ck around with my team hoe, you get rolled on, that’s steam rolled
If you actin’ out you get breathe rolled
If you actin’ up you get B-rolled, you p#ss#

You p#ss#
You p#ss#
I don’t f#ck around with you p#ssies
You p#ss#

You p#ss#
You p#ss#
I ain’t wastin’ time on you p#ssies, uh
Take you out your crib

Get that how much of my mamma love ya money
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money
My main b#tch holds the chopper cause she loves me

My main b#tch holds the chopper cause she loves me
c#m in your mouth tastes bad, call it Buckley’s
Don’t f#ck with me cause I’m way high
Put your brain on the wall, watch the paint dry

I hit you in the arm, head, leg, neck all at the same time
Guess it was a sudden death, I didn’t know the game tied
Take you hikers to the forest, you get left there
f#ck your whole camp up, worse than ten bears

Small town with no crossroads, just whiskey bottles and crossbows
And country kids in camouflage gettin’ drunk and goin’ offroading
Where everybody knows everybody and city kids are just bad news
Where my neighbor will kill you because he is my neighbor and I asked him to

That’s love homie, that’s ten to twenty-five years homie
That’s dawgs homie, you did us and we hunt homie
Fortune teller, hitman, they’ll have your life flash before your eyes
Waitin’ in the crib with all the lights off, they won’t let surprise

My dick bigger than a m#th*rf#ck*r
I got bars b#tch, I’m barbarian
My b#tch hotter than your big brother
You softer than the ferry’s skin

They super pretty, but the mind’s scary
Silence on the gun, you get done up in the library
You p#ss#
You p#ss#

You p#ss#
I don’t f#ck around with you p#ssies
You p#ss#
You p#ss#

You p#ss#
I ain’t wastin’ time on you p#ssies, uh
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money

Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money

Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money
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Tom MacDonald Lyrics – Buckley’s

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