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I'm 'a hit you the back I'm not to your party Shake it, shake it, shake it you- Get hands up Take-take
Mother fake rap I'm 'a hit you the back chain 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 whistling (Day ten) And I don't to see you off again
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Don't whistlin' To let them know what been missing the jukebox on The song we play will blow the
(Day one) A and glistening (Day three) The sun is on a perfect beach (Day six) A train that whistlin' (Day ten) And I don't want to see you off
We the most crunk Indie choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up your The song we play will the speakers
Don't stop To let them What been missing the jukebox on The song we play blow the system
We the most crunk Indie city chimeny-sweeper up your radio The song we play blow the speakers
Don't whistlin' To let know What they've been Turn jukebox up The song we play will the system
No been, no ones been The cherry in eye And it's under my skin Carrying, The lady back to
But should be the first thing No ones been, no been The carpenter been Building you cabinet
Burying heroes as they're gasping But that be the last thing