Comin' In Hot
- Hollywood Undead (2011)You are listening to the song Comin' In Hot by Hollywood Undead, in album American Tragedy. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
[Intro:]
If you got jack in your cup
Go raise it up [x3]
If you ain't got enough
Go fill it up [x3].
[Chorus:]
I'm gonna chase this whiskey with Patrón,
I wanna girl on my lap and a jägerbomb;
I'm comin' in hot, you heard me
And I'ma make it rain on the girl who serves me
I drink a fifth of vodka till it's gone
And if it feels so good then it can't be wrong
I'm comin' in hot, you heard me
And we be taking shots and if not you nerdy.
[Ver1:]
We only leave a pre-party to go party some more
I'm already shit faced before I walk in the door
This girl's rubbin on my leg, I never met her before
And now she's making her way down to my gentleman sword.
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
Slapin chicks and have 'em yelling like Macaulay Culkin.
She's tearing it up
Yeah she's dancing her ass off
This girls 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 turning into geese
Me and my crew flap a V through VIP
These bitches play my skin flute like they're Kenny G.
[Chorus]
[Hook]
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.
[Ver2:]
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, won'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 on
And I'm about to smack that like I'm Akon.
[Chorus]
[Hook x2]
[Chorus]
* If you got jack in your cup
Go raise it up [x3]
If you ain't got enough
Go fill it up [x3].
If you got jack in your cup
Go raise it up [x3]
If you ain't got enough
Go fill it up [x3].
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