The Harlem Shake - The Barricade(harlem shake) | Текст песни

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[Chorus]
She got a fake id and she wanna be mine to made
Superbad bitch, all these drugs in miami great
Bass all knocking and my mockesies I’m glad we came
Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade
hit the barricade, hit the barricade
Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade
hit the barricade, hit the barricade
Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

Too many places, can’t remember faces
Lately on my fuck up send that’s charity donation
I’m tryina give em all some love but do I have the patience
If I’m busy fighting all these demons that I’m facing
They chasing, they chasing
Haters wanna erase em, blowing loud he’s so brazing
Maneuvers always evasive,
Hit rock bottom rock and since
All these ...talk shit
Seen horses peeled out in the strip
And models turned down in this bitch, bitch
Lost in translation, money money still wasted
Swishers sweet and 2 white russian
We like to call em caucasian
Numb to every sensation, so fuck your radio station
Turn me up on that zombie shit
While I’m bombing this town red when I’m painting

[Chorus]
She got a fake id and she wanna be mine to made
Superbad bitch, all these drugs in miami great
Bass all knocking and my mockesies I’m glad we came
Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade
hit the barricate, hit the barricade
Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade
hit the barricate, hit the barricade
Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade

Ok, if I have another drink it’s really gonna get to be a little problem
6 shots and I line em all up on the bar,
Get 4 friends, you and I evolve em
Down just a bit too much molly
Lock jaw and I’m sweating like a lemonade
Fuck a club and I never priced up
Get em up, send them subs in the motherfucking everglades
Renegades to the glicks and glamour fashion show
Cause nobody gives a fuck what you wearing on your buck
When you broke and your cash is low
I’ma down another drink for the city that I’m in
Cause it really ain’t no place like it
Lot of cooked up hoes get the right 2 doors
Back home and they liable to dike it
City with the heat is, now give me the little sneakers
I’m taking it to the meters and nobody can defeat us
We’re living to give me speed is
I’m addicted to the game, can’t tell me shit
This is just another banger from the medical examiner
I’ve been getting at your ...so get another challenger
And just know this

[Chorus]
She got a fake id and she wanna be mine to made
Superbad bitch, all these drugs in miami great
Bass all knocking and my mockesies I’m glad we came
Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade
hit the barricade, hit the barricade
Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade
hit the barricade, hit the barricade
Party with the zombies, till the bodies hit the barricade.

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