Tom MacDonald - Where Were You? lyrics

Guess who doesn't give a fuck?
They call me Mac, bitch

I heard them talkin' shit
I heard it straight from their girls mouth
At a party we were at in her house last night
Where were you dawg? Where were you?
(I dunno)
Where were you dawg? Where were you?
(not here) i heard them talkin' shit
I heard it straight from their girls mouth
At a party I was chillin' at
In her house last night
Where were you dawg? Where were you?
Where were you dawg? Where were you?
We don't give a motherfuck
We don't give a motherfuck at all
Fuck man, fuck man, fuck man don't call back
They don't mean nothin'
Kick the bitches the out condo
We gon' pack it up and go
I heard them pussy boys is talking
We gon' bring it to their door
I'm just creepin' around with some
Pretty bitches in the city
They tell me I'm the illest
I say I already know, hoe

Crosshair on they girls face
No crosses 'round my neck
If ecstasy with assist then I'll call
My whole team triple X
I don't fuck around with no rappers man
No fuckboys in my circle
My kush purple, my drink purple
Her pussy purple, well, pink-purple
I don't talk shit, that is not my thing
Not a cloud in the sky
But my team still reigns
I'm just living on the edge but
I have never paid my rent
And y'all still don't quite get the picture
Like little fingerprints on your lens

Run it back to your whole crew
You gon' need the help man
I'm runnin' back to your girls house
I think I left my belt there, just kidding
But seriously I'm not kidding
I heard you talkin' shit and she's
The one who said it wassup?

At a party I was chillin' at
In her house last night
Where were you dawg? Where were you?
Where were you dawg? Where were you?
Kick the bitches the out condo
We gon' pack it up and go
I heard them pussy boys is talking
We gon' bring it to their door
I'm just creepin' around with some
Pretty bitches in the city
They tell me I'm the illest
I say I already know, hoe

We just partyin' with a different crowed
No fitted caps or darkies on
No sweaty bitches, no poppin' molly
We poppin' bottles till the early morning
They on one but we on two
They good now but we even better
Whole team screamin' "hail Satan"
I just call that good weather
Tell 'em that I don't care
I got a ring inside my nose
Keep hangin' like my long hair
Like your girl put that in rows
No baggy pants on my team
Slim fit's and plaid shirts
No paper bag on my team
Besides your team's princess
We don't fuck with movies if her
Face nice but her booty worn
We don't see you fakers
Like a motherfucking unicorn
We don't hear the gossip till your girl
Here and she talking 'bout it
None of our fucks have parents though
And we don't give a motherfuck, like

Bitches I'm the illest
Said, bitches I'm the illest
Bitches I'm the illest
Said, bitches I'm the illest
I'm just creepin' around with some
Pretty bitches in the city
They tell me I'm the illest
I say I already know, hoe