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I'm 'a hit you the back I'm not to your party Shake it, shake it, it like you- Get hands up that
Mother fucker rap I'm 'a hit you from the Choke I'm hot baby not poisonous pill Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punk
(Day one) A chapel and (Day three) The sun is on a perfect beach (Day six) A train that isn't (Day ten) And I don't want to see you off
We the most crunk city choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up your The song we play will the speakers
stop whistlin' To let them know what they've missing Turn the on The song we will blow the system
(Day one) A chapel and (Day three) The sun is shining on a beach (Day six) A train isn't whistlin' (Day ten) And I don't want to see you off
We know the most city choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up radio The song we play will the speakers
Don't whistlin' To let know What they've missing the jukebox on The song we play will the system
We the most crunk Indie city chimeny-sweeper Turn up radio The we play will blow the speakers
Don't stop To let them What they've missing your jukebox up The we play will blow the system
No been, no ones been The cherry in eye And burning under my skin Carrying, The lady to work
But should be the first thing No ones been, no been The I've been Building you this
Burying Those heroes as gasping But should be the last thing