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Tear It Up

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

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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