Tom MacDonald - WhoWhatWhereWhen lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - WhoWhatWhereWhen lyrics]
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 6, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 fight
Y’all should be trippin’
I think I got badder at this again
And all that I did was leave home
On a trip to Los Angeles
The kid who let too many women get
Into his head through his heart
That boy who said "fuck
All that underground bullshit
My music is art"
Uh, I ain’t trippin’ that
All of these rappers
Are tryna get with all my exes
Their new shit is stupid
Their music can’t even compare and
My old shit is better
I been out every night, Hollywood very light
Bottle service bringing that Versake
And the curry rights
I don’t even look at the part of the menu and
The book that tells you all
The food is overpriced, bitch
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Uh, I am not worried ‘bout
Being a target for rappers, i like it
I been London and Paris and Athens and Cali
I hope they got snipers
Embarrassed to say I’m a rapper
More accurately I’m an artist
The only Canadian team that y’all heard of
Y’all know who B-Sharp is
Imma slow it down, Imma really go in
Now, Imma shoot from the hip, pow
Imma reload, reload go fuck your brains out
Go fuck your brains out go fuck your brains
Go fuck your brains out
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Ooh, do you know Tom, he gon’ be a star
Llike oh my god, boo, he go hard
I got him in my phone
Check these messages he sent me girl
I think that I’m in love
And he lives inside the studio
He’s never in the club
Ooh, damn girl, you trippin’ hard
None of that is true, uh
I been the club like twice as much
As I been in the booth, bitch
Ooh, these rappers so fucked up they pregnant
Ooh, these rappers don’t have gangs
They got stagettes
My blunt is so goddamn lit up
Ooh, weed strong as 25 chin ups, whoo
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Ok, k, k, k, k who
Think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Turn up, Turn up, Turn up, fight fight
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Y’all should be trippin’
I think I got badder at this again
And all that I did was leave home
On a trip to Los Angeles
The kid who let too many women get
Into his head through his heart
That boy who said "fuck
All that underground bullshit
My music is art"
Uh, I ain’t trippin’ that
All of these rappers
Are tryna get with all my exes
Their new shit is stupid
Their music can’t even compare and
My old shit is better
I been out every night, Hollywood very light
Bottle service bringing that Versake
And the curry rights
I don’t even look at the part of the menu and
The book that tells you all
The food is overpriced, bitch
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Uh, I am not worried ‘bout
Being a target for rappers, i like it
I been London and Paris and Athens and Cali
I hope they got snipers
Embarrassed to say I’m a rapper
More accurately I’m an artist
The only Canadian team that y’all heard of
Y’all know who B-Sharp is
Imma slow it down, Imma really go in
Now, Imma shoot from the hip, pow
Imma reload, reload go fuck your brains out
Go fuck your brains out go fuck your brains
Go fuck your brains out
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Ooh, do you know Tom, he gon’ be a star
Llike oh my god, boo, he go hard
I got him in my phone
Check these messages he sent me girl
I think that I’m in love
And he lives inside the studio
He’s never in the club
Ooh, damn girl, you trippin’ hard
None of that is true, uh
I been the club like twice as much
As I been in the booth, bitch
Ooh, these rappers so fucked up they pregnant
Ooh, these rappers don’t have gangs
They got stagettes
My blunt is so goddamn lit up
Ooh, weed strong as 25 chin ups, whoo
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Ok, k, k, k, k who
Think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Turn up, Turn up, Turn up, fight fight
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?
Who, think that they fuck with me?
Why, are they so dumb?
Where, are their fucking heads at?
What, planet are they from?