Paroles de la chanson The Kids par Hollywood Undead

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Paroles de la chanson The Kids par Hollywood Undead

[Deuce]
Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsters
40s and the bling-bling sidekicks
Rolling with the cleanest feel
Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow,
Shake that ass like you care
Wave your hands in the air

[Deuce]
I go "no, no, no"
When I see J-Dog, Darth, the Sun God,
They keep it hard
We move slow, slow, slow
Shorty get that ass on the dance floor
Ashley K, come give me more
Oh

Hoe

[Deuce]
Black shirts, Honda Civs, MySpace,
Gangsters don't know how to act,
Killer tat dancing to the fattest tracks.
Wood ranch, hooligans, Jeffree Star,
Niggas in Shit Alley show me where you at,
Beauty bar we getting fat

[Deuce]
I go "no, no, no"
When I see J-Dog, Darth, the Sun God
They keep it hard
We move slow, slow, slow
Shorty get that ass on the dance floor
Ashley K, come give me more

[J-Dog]
J-Dog just broke up with my girl,
So from now on you'll see me at Club World,
Moscow 82, beat it, beat it through your skull
In the back of Shit Alley,
Get ready for me to grab your drink
And show you my grand finale.
B-B-Been accused of being a scene kid
But I get pussy as is
'Cause your girl just MySpaced me
I blew off a date with Jeffree.
To chill with her, to drink with her
To flow with her so I can fuck her
I light the dance floor on fire,
82 isn't over you fucking liar.
Would someone please delete
Ricky's Myspace account?
Don't let me find out who took EvanThomas750's out

'Cause I'll knock you the fuck out
Drinking 40's with The Frauds,
On the phone with my mom
'Cause I can't pay the rent
Money was lent
Messaging my wife,
Getting drunker than life.
And I'm on the dance floor
But I always want more.
Fuck the pain away
Make it through the day!
Fuck the pain away
Make it through the day!
Fuck the pain away
Make it through the day!
Fuck the pain away
Make it through the day!
Fuck the pain away

Make it through the day!
Fuck the pain away
Make it through the day!
Fuck the pain away
Make it through the day!
Fuck the pain away
Make it through the day!

[Deuce]
Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsters
40s and the bling-bling sidekicks
Rolling with the cleanest feel
Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow
Shake that ass like you care
Wave your hands in the air.

[Deuce]
I go "no, no, no"

When I see J-Dog, Darth, the Sun God
They keep it hard
We move slow, slow, slow
Shorty get that ass on the dance floor
Ashley K, come give me more.

[J-Dog]
Yeah, what's up to Killed By the Rich?
A to the S to the H to the O
Ndlestremofbombs
What's up, Jay and Bill?
Hey yo Matt I was just kidding dude
You don't believe me, just ask.
I'm chilling with Jeff listening From First to Last.

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