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tom macdonald - buckley's lyrics

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[chorus]
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 mothaf_cker

[verse 1]
i’m too high to be f_cked with, my gun smoking, no blunt lit
two bad b_tches, no bunk beds
i don’t break bread because that’s crummy
i ain’t drug dealing, no drugs with me
i’m a motherf_cker 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
p_ssy on deck like a sailors arms
i call your whole team tie dye cause we k!lling 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 f_ck 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 f_ck 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 p_ssy
[pre_chorus]
you p_ssy
you p_ssy
i don’t f_ck around with you p_ssies
you p_ssy
you p_ssy
you p_ssy
i ain’t wastin’ time on you p_ssies, uh

[chorus]
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 mothaf_cker

[post_chorus]
my main b_tch holds the chopper cause she loves me
my main b_tch holds the chopper cause she loves me
cum in your mouth tastes bad, call it buckley’s

[verse 2]
don’t f_ck 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
f_ck 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 k!ll 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 d_ck bigger than a motherf_cker
i got bars b_tch, i’m barbarian
my b_tch 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
[pre_chorus]
you p_ssy
you p_ssy
you p_ssy
i don’t f_ck around with you p_ssies
you p_ssy
you p_ssy
you p_ssy
i ain’t wastin’ time on you p_ssies, uh

[chorus]
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 mothaf_cker
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 mothaf_cker

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