Paroles 800 par Tom MacDonald

Oh my god
Mr. Mac, ya dig?
Mr. Motherf**king Mac

Woah, oh my god, heartbroken, I'm going hard
I get 'em home, and that boy is strong, I f**k '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
F**k it all, let's break something
Ah, let's break something
F**k 'em all, let's break something
Oh, let's break something
F**k it all, let's break something
I'm gеttin' money out the a** like I atе hundreds
Eight hundreds
Eight hundreds
How hard I'm going? Eight hundred
Eight hundreds
Eight hundreds
I get money out the a** 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 f**k
Blunt lit, window up
The boys are pu**y, t**ties up
I go too hard and her booty large
And her friends are who my crew is for
I hit that pu**y till it's redder than some rhubarb
Damn, call me Mr. MacDonald
All my b*t*hes call me baby and I'm drinkin' out the bottle
Like I don't really give a f**k 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 f**kin' with me?
Come and get me
I got the ammo cheap, I squeeze until it's empty
We the motherf**king Hangover Gang
Got the trunk fully turnt up and all I do is bang
Like boom
Boom
Ba** stuck in my trunk, pu**y all on my lips
Bae's shakin' her booty, hoes all on my d**k

DON'T F**KING MOVE!

Uh, let's break something
F**k it all, let's break something
Ah, let's break something
F**k 'em all, let's break something
Oh, let's break something
F**k it all, let's break something
I'm gettin' money out the a** like I ate hundreds
Eight hundreds
Eight hundreds
How hard I'm going? Eight hundred
Eight hundreds
Eight hundreds
I get money out the a** like I ate hundreds
We the motherf**king Hangover Gang
Got the trunk fully turnt up and all I do is bang
Like boom
Boom
Ba** stuck in my trunk, pu**y all on my lips
Bae's shakin' her booty, hoes all on my d**k
She like

F**k 'em like there's no one home
F**k 'em like there's no one home
F**k 'em, f**k 'em
F**k 'em like there's no one home
F**k 'em like there's no one home

Uh, let's break something
F**k it all, let's break something
Ah, let's break something
F**k 'em all, let's break something
Oh, let's break something
F**k it all, let's break something
I'm gettin' money out the a** like I ate hundreds
Eight hundreds
Eight hundreds
How hard I'm going? Eight hundred
Eight hundreds
Eight hundreds
I get money out the a** like I ate hundreds