Sunday, August 16, 2020

Tom Macdonald & Madchild – D. R. U. G. Lyrics

Tom Macdonald & Madchild – D. R. U. G. Lyrics

Tom Macdonald & Madchild – D. R. U. G. Lyrics
 

Tom Macdonald & Madchild – D. R. U. G. Lyrics


D. R. U. G. By Tom Macdonald & Madchild


I’m not a asshole, that’s my ego

He knows me and you ain’t equal

Go ahead and call me Dee-bo

I don’t fuck with many people

I ain’t playin’ any games, say it to my face

Hate me’cause the break

Pull up, pull up with that energy I swear you catch a fade

I made like 2k today, don’t give a single fuck, okay?

All the money in the world Tom Macdonald never changed

I know what I’m worth, the life I deserve

Is finally manifesting in my worth

My mama told me I’ll be famous

I guess I’ve been bein’ humble because of her

I want revenge, I want respect

I want a billion dollars and a Benz

I want a convoy full of all my enemies

I want all these rappers severed heads

It’s a big, big move, I’m makin’ big, big moves

I got a big, big ego, I got a big dick too

I’m at the top right now, everybody want my style

Stepin’ on a rare spaceship to the clear invasion

Got my hair braided, diamonds in my smile

Like a bare naked millionaire wasted in his parent’s basement

Taming crocodiles I became dangerous from the bank statements

‘Cause my name’s famous, I been goin’ viral

They’re prayin’ I’ll lose it quick

Too bad I’m stupid lit

I got Gucci shoes I bought I never use

Gon’ put the Gucci kicks through your Gucci lips

Put my Gucci feet to your Gucci head

You’ll get Gucci beat’til your Gucci dead

I will Gucci stomp on my Gucci clothes

‘Til I’m Gucci gone and your Gucci gold

Ooh-ayy whole crew big like Wu-Tang

My neck look like 2 Chainz

Money big like butane

Ooh-ayy, whoa

Tatted my face and my hands and my arms and my legs and my ribs and my back, ha

Thank God I rap, even if I wanted a job I could never go back

Whoa every buck I owe I paid off in full

Life I chose, baby like it knows I’m worth my weight in gold

Only hoes keep enemy’s clothes

They all move at shoes

Got two money trees a hundred feet I carve my name both

Like these froze, these all gold, colgaine quick without the blow

People that you call celebrities are blowin’ up my phone

Fuck off


Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God

I swear to God it’s like a drug (yeah)

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God

I swear to God it’s like a drug (yeah)


I’m on a roll, I’m gettin’ swoll

I gotta go, yeah, yeah

He just a crow, I’m still a pro

I fuck his hoe, yeah, yeah

I’m moody don’t fuck with me

I don’t need you to accompany me

My noodle is boo-doo, it’s broke and no joke

An my brain’s with them pharmaceutical company

Who gonna come from me, I’ll just stand up I bet you gonna run from me

I got these rappers all grumpy as shit

Fuck [? ], that son of a bitch

Ayy, my ego the size of the sky (yeah)

Look up and see my face (wow)

These rappers they wanna be me and their girlfriends they wanna know how the fuck I taste

I don’t trust a hoe I just fuck a hope

I don’t like a dude I say fuck your flow

I do what I want, I get lots of cash

I don’t really care where the fuck I go

I gotta finish this deal, I got a weapon concealed

I’m gonna get this three mil

Netflix and chill, anyone get in my way you can get yourself killed

I got the sauce, you got that juice that is Minute Maid

I just come back to intimidate

This game full of pussy but pussy get fuck on my dick I just go back to penetrate

Still rep red and white, I don’t call police

Madchild out the gate, someone woke the beast

Also red and white, that’s a make-believe

Double cheese for me, that’s a staple piece

Millions, and millions, and millions of dollars I made

Now I am back and you all are afraid

[? ] I show up when I want no one call it late

Man these bitches are spoiled

[? ] These bitches ain’t loyal

I’m vicious I’m digging indigenous soil

Then I’m gonna’ piss on this bitch in the soil

Tom just grab your coat, they want that but slow

Mad just have you wolf, not your average G. O. A. T

What an ensemble

Couple of bad fuckin’ hombres

Got so much blood on my hands and my money is dirty can handle a laundry

You walk around like a zombie

I’ll take’em back to you calmly

Did so much drugs in my life

And turn my brain to an omelette

I run it up like a gauntlet

Welcome to my house, it’s haunted

Last year I didn’t feel wanted

Yeah, well fuck you bitch


Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God

I swear to God it’s like a drug (yeah)

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God (what? )

Dopest rappers under God

I swear to God it’s like a drug (yeah)

all we work for is to satisfy you.