Hollywood Undead - 3 Comin' In Hot (Clip version) | Текст песни

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If you got jack in your cup go raise it up (go raise it up, go raise it up).
If you ain’t got enough go fill it up (go fill it up, go fill it up).

[Chorus]
I’m gonna chase this whiskey with patron.
I want a girl on my lap and a jagerbomb.
I’m comin’ in hot you heard me and ima make it rain on the girl who serves me.
I’ll drink a fifth of vodka till its gone and if it feels so good then it cant be wrong.
I’m comin’ in hot you heard me.
And we be taking shots and if not you’re nerdy.

We only leave a pre-party to go party some more.
I’m already shitfaced before I walk in the door.
This girls rubbing on my leg, I never met her before.
And now she is making her way down to my gentleman's sword.
It might be the drugs talking or the shots of patron.
But these bitches look like models and they're ready to bone!
I’ll take em back to my parents house, we'll be home alone.
Slap them cheeks and have em yelling like Macaulay Culkin.
She’s tearing it up, yeah she's dancing her ass off.
This girl's like a mac the way she's riding my laptop.
I’m trying to get my rocks off so don’t try to cockblock.
I’ll grab my sawed off and I’ll blow your cock off!
You know we drink so much we getting drunk for weeks!
We drink so much goose, we turnin into geese.
Me and my crew fought the feed through VIP.
These bitches blow my skin flute like they're Kenny G.

[Chorus]

If you got jack in your cup, go raise it up.
If you ain't got enough, go fill it up.
If you had too much, don't throw it up.
And if you ain't got shit.
Throw your hands up!

Get gone with it, there's nothin' wrong with it.
Take shots, don't stop, sing along with it.
I wanna feel you bounce, girl go up and down.
Take shots, don't stop till I'm passin' out.
Girl get down, you can have more, and you can shake your hips around on my man sword.
You're gonna have to rock this house, I'm your landlord.
So let your sweat drip down on the dance floor.
I ain't try to go home with, nolla nolla.
We can hit the dance floor when you, wanna wanna.
Girl you know you're feelin' me so, holla holla.
Cause everyone compared to me is, nada nada.
Okay dawg, this has gone on for way long.
Can't quit my day job till I'm played on K-Rock.
It's chaos! I'm in the club with my shades off.
And I'm about to smack that like I'm Akon.

[Chorus]

If you got jack in your cup, go raise it up.
If you ain't got enough, go fill it up.
If you had too much, don't throw it up.
And if you ain't got shit.
Throw your hands up!
If you got jack in your cup, go raise it up.
If you ain’t got enough, go fill it up.
If you had too much, don't throw it up.
And if you ain't got shit.
Throw your hands up!

(Chorus)

If you got jack in your cup go raise it up (go raise it up, go raise it up).
If you ain’t got enough go fill it up (go fill it up, go fill it up).
If you got jack in your cup go raise it up (go raise it up, go raise it up).
If you ain’t got enough go fill it up (go fill it up. go fill it up).

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