Tom MacDonald - Buckley’s lyrics

Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald, my heart ain’t broken no more
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my 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 a 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 bud
None of them know me but
They heard my songs and
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
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 my mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald, my heart ain’t broken no more
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my 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
Cum in your mouth tastes 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 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 motherfucker
I got bars bitch, I'm barbarian
My bitch 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 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 my mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald, my heart ain’t broken no more
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald in this bad mothafucker
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald, my heart ain’t broken no more
Take you out your crib
Get that how much of my mamma love ya money
Tom MacDonald in this bad mothafucker