Tom MacDonald - 800 lyrics

Thomas MacDonald [Vancouver, Canada - L.A. U.S.]

[Tom MacDonald - 800 lyrics]

Oh my god mr mac, ya dig?
Mr motherfucking Mac

Woah, oh my god, heartbroken, I'm going hard
I get 'em home, and that boy is strong
I fuck 'em like there's no one home
My boys are here, and her friends are coming
And we whiteboys, let's break something

Uh, let's break something
Fuck it all, let's break something
Ah, let's break something
Fuck 'em all, let's break something
Oh, let's break something
Fuck it all, let's break something
I'm gеttin' money out the ass
Like I atе hundreds eight hundreds
Eight hundreds
How hard I'm going? Eight hundred
Eight hundreds eight hundreds
I get money out the ass like I ate hundreds

I'm rollin' in like sixteen deep
They ridin' round while she roll my weed
I'm racked up, her racks out
We rollin' around in Egyptian sheets
You don't wanna know my name, damn
I just wanna she her fake tans
She said her and her boyfriend on the break
You the break dance
Yeah, call me Mr i don't give a fuck
Blunt lit, window up
The boys are pussy, titties up
I go too hard and her booty large
And her friends are who my crew is for
I hit that pussy till it's
Redder than some rhubarb
Damn, call me Mr macDonald
All my bitches call me baby and
I'm drinkin' out the bottle
Like I don't really give a fuck who you are
Godzilla, King Kong
Gucci on Gucci, Louis Vuitton
My weed smoked like whoo
I'm chillin' in her room
I'm like "whatchu wanna do?" and
All she says is "you" who's fuckin' with me?
Come and get me i got the ammo cheap
I squeeze until it's empty

We the motherfucking Hangover Gang
Got the trunk fully turnt up and
All I do is bang like boom
Boom
Bass stuck in my trunk, pussy all on my lips
Bae's shakin' her booty, hoes all on my dick

Don't fucking move!

Uh, let's break something
Fuck it all, let's break something
Ah, let's break something
Fuck 'em all, let's break something
Oh, let's break something
Fuck it all, let's break something
I'm gettin' money out the ass
Like I ate hundreds eight hundreds
Eight hundreds
How hard I'm going? Eight hundred
Eight hundreds eight hundreds
I get money out the ass like I ate hundreds

We the motherfucking Hangover Gang
Got the trunk fully turnt up and
All I do is bang like boom
Boom
Bass stuck in my trunk, pussy all on my lips
Bae's shakin' her booty, hoes all on my dick
She like

Fuck 'em like there's no one home
Fuck 'em like there's no one home
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em like there's no one home
Fuck 'em like there's no one home

Uh, let's break something
Fuck it all, let's break something
Ah, let's break something
Fuck 'em all, let's break something
Oh, let's break something
Fuck it all, let's break something
I'm gettin' money out the ass
Like I ate hundreds eight hundreds
Eight hundreds
How hard I'm going? Eight hundred
Eight hundreds eight hundreds
I get money out the ass like I ate hundreds

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