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