Lyrics of Cui Zige's God mail

The mood is a little unreasonable

Put the scissors in front of the camera

The reality show of quick second kill

Seize the time to make great achievements

God bless the mail

Is good luck enough to buy one and get one free

God bless me to win the lottery

I like too much to pack and go

All packed and transferred

Chaozhou people create new trends

People who are not fashionable only make soy sauce

Trends never last

The tide rises and falls, leaving good friends

God bless the mail

Opportunity to sign at your door

God bless a non mainstream

In the age of format, turn yourself in

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who

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Raise your hands to be your new leader

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Whoa, let me explode your universe

Free self oiling

Since then, there has been a bumper harvest every year

Soy bean salad

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who

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Raise your hands to be your new leader

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Whoa, let me explode your universe

Refueling free oil

Since then, there has been a bumper harvest every year

Soy bean salad oil

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who

Parcel post

Raise your hands to be your new leader

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