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Buckley'S

Buckley'S

Tom Macdonald

Альбом: Leeann'S Son
Длительность: 4:52
Год: 2014
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Take you out your crib
Get that how much of mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald, my heart ain't broken no more
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald in this bad mothafucker

I'm too high to be fucked with
My gun smoking, no blunt lit
Two bad bitches, no bunk beds
I don't break bread because that's crummy
I ain't drug dealing, no drugs with me
I'm the motherfucker like a milf 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
Pussy 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 bride
None of them know me

When they fuck 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 fuck 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 pussy

You pussy
You pussy
You pussy
I don't fuck around with you pussies
You pussy
You pussy
You pussy
I ain't wastin' time on you pussies, uh

Take you out your crib
Get that how much of mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald, my heart ain't broken no more
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald in this bad mothafucker

My main bitch holds the chopper
-cause she loves me
My main bitch holds the chopper
-cause she loves me
Gun in your mouth taste bad, call it Buckley's

Don't fuck 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
Fuck 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
For me because he is my neighbor
-and I asked him to
That's love homie, that's ten to
-wenty-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
They waitin' in your crib with
-all the lights off, they won't let surprise
My dick bigger than a motherfucker
I got bars bitch, I'm barbarian
My bitch hotter than your big brother
You softer than the ferry's skin
Face super pretty, but the mind's scary
Silence on the gun, you get done up
-in the library

You pussy
You pussy
You pussy
I don't fuck around with you pussies
You pussy
You pussy
You pussy
I ain't wastin' time on you pussies, uh

Take you out your crib
Get that how much of mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald, my heart ain't broken no more
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald in this bad mothafucker
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald, my heart ain't broken no more
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald in this bad mothafucker