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Hollywood Undead
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Tear It Up
Lyricist:Jorel Decker, Aron Erlichman, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell
Tear it up, tear it up, yeah Tear it up, tear it up, yeah Tear it up, tear it up, yeah Here we go now, here we go
So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun
I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right through like Ching-Chang, you know I make her shit bang You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first name I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking chain gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up And tear up the floor like you don't give a fuck I know you got heels on, I know what y'all feel on They caught us ridin' dirtier than their bumpin' Camillion
I got a bounty on my head just for reppin' undead Because I'm freakin' on your sister and I'm ramming her friend And what the fuck you think? I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girls on a leash I got her feinin', the whole crowd's screamin' Shake it like a what? Fuck you HU crew We don't give a fuck, what? What?
So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun
Shake it like a what? Fuck you Shake it like a what? Fuck you Shake it like a what? Fuck you Shake it like a what? Fuck you
No, I ain't a gangsta, don't pack a pistol Motherfuckers keep runnin' out, motherfuckers catch a fistful Guided like a missile from two bottles of Jack That I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac
It's Johnny 3, Johnny sees what Johnny needs Johnny breathes weed, still Johnny don't see anything Johnny buys drink, Johnny winks and Johnny thinks Johnny circles dance floor like roller rink
Jump up down, down in the H-tag, get down To the sound that's bound, to make the motherfucking crowd loud Wanna see you move, yeah, move to the music Wanna see you booze, yeah, booze 'til you puke it
See bitch, grab ass, get smacked to the mat Slap back, get thrown out the back Watch your back through the backdoor, back to the dance floor Gotta gotta get my, gotta, gotta get more
So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun
Hell yeah, motherfucker, turn it up Turn it up, focus 3, fuck you Jeff Peters Fuck you, Mike Reneau, gangstas up in this bitch You gotta write it down, fuck, yeah
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