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Hollywood Undead "Comin' in Hot" Official Music Video
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ALBUMAmerican Tragedy (Bonus Track Version)Hollywood Undead
Listen to Hollywood Undead Essentials featuring Hollywood Undead
PLAYLISTHollywood Undead EssentialsApple Music Hard Rock

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Griffin Boice
Griffin Boice
Programming
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Vocals
Da Kurlzz
Da Kurlzz
Percussion
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Lead Vocals
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Vocals
J-Dog
J-Dog
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Griffin Boice
Griffin Boice
Songwriter
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
Matthew Busek
Matthew Busek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Griffin Boice
Griffin Boice
Producer
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Engineer

Lyrics

If you got Jack in your cup Go raise it up, go raise it up (go raise it up) If you ain't got enough Go fill it up, go fill it up (go fill it up) I'm gonna chase this whiskey with Patrón I want a girl on my lap and a Jägerbomb I'm coming in hot, you heard me And I'mma make it rain on the girl who serves me I'll drink a fifth of Vodka till it's gone And if it feels so good, then it can't be wrong I'm coming in hot, you heard me And we be taking shots, and if not, you're nerdy We only leave a pre-party to go party some more I'm already shitfaced before I walk in the door This girl's rubbing on my leg, I've never met her before And now she's making her way down to my gentlemen's sword It might be the drugs talking or the shots of Patrón 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 I'll slap 'em chicks and have them yelling like Macaulay Culkin She's tearing it up, yeah, she's dancing her ass off This girl's like a Mac, the way she's riding my laptop I'm tryna get my rocks off, so don't try to cock-block Or I'll grab my sawed-off and I'll blow your cock off You know we drink so much, we're getting drunk for weeks We drink so much Goose, we're turning into geese Me and my crew fly the V through VIP These bitches play my skin flute like they're Kenny G I'm gonna chase this whiskey with Patrón I want a girl on my lap and a Jägerbomb I'm coming in hot, you heard me And I'mma make it rain on the girl who serves me I'll drink a fifth of Vodka till it's gone And if it feels so good, then it can't be wrong I'm coming in hot, you heard me And we be taking shots, and if not, you're nerdy 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 Get gone with it, there's nothing 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 passing out So 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 tryna go home with nolla, nolla We can hit the dance floor when you wanna, wanna Girl, you know you're feeling 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-ROQ It's chaos, I'm in the club with my shades on And I'm about to Smack That like I'm AKON I'm gonna chase this whiskey with Patrón I want a girl on my lap and a Jägerbomb I'm coming in hot, you heard me And I'mma make it rain on the girl who serves me I'll drink a fifth of Vodka till it's gone And if it feels so good, then it can't be wrong I'm coming in hot, you heard me And we be taking shots, and if not, you're nerdy 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 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 I'm gonna chase this whiskey with Patrón I want a girl on my lap and a Jägerbomb I'm coming in hot, you heard me And I'mma make it rain on the girl who serves me I'll drink a fifth of Vodka till it's gone And if it feels so good, then it can't be wrong I'm coming in hot, you heard me And we be taking shots, and if not, you're nerdy If you got Jack in your cup Go raise it up, go raise it up (go raise it up) If you ain't got enough Go fill it up, go fill it up (go fill it up) If you got Jack in your cup Go raise it up, go raise it up (go raise it up) If you ain't got enough Go fill it up, go fill it up (go fill it up)
Writer(s): Jorel Decker, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek, Daniel Murillo, Griffin Boice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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