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Tech N9ne - Here Comes Tecca Nina lyrics
[Verse 1] I be bussin', parents be fussin and cussin' Cause all I talk about is silicon and muffins So if you didn't come to hear some strip club hits Then get the hell on cause I'm getting' my mail on I'm hustlin' I'm talkin' about foes I'm talkin' about fans and kitties I'm talkin' about ho's and I'm talking about Kansas City That's where I dwell wit wit, my, my vills and I, I, I will Pop hot rocks 4 real venomous When it gets hot, the Tech's straight killin' hataz When it gets rock, the sex rates 10 I made her sit on this jock Spits quick game inovator chick generator quick trip James Lemonader This is the beginning of blingin' and houses And women welcoming angels and demons on couches And sinnin' I'm alive and well The demise will bring ghost stories when I rise In hell them alive will still vote 4 me [Chorus] Watch out cause here comes Tecca nina Roll out cause here comes Tecca nina Drop down cause here comes Tecca nina Here comes Tecca nina Here comes Tecca nina [Verse 2] Bunsai baby everone's high smokin' and drinkin' And poppin' so hurry come fly cause I got plenty rolls And I got plenty dough and we got plenty ho's We roll on 24's What it is? What it was? And what it shall be? Where the blizz? Where the ale? Where's the belve? Caraboulou is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple so What's this weakness you tryin' to sell me? I represent the Rogue Dog Villain niggas Better repent the foes all feelin triggas You got me bent, we rolls all peelin skrilla Roll call willin' killaz froze yall feelin' millas This be the best time to bust your best rhyme You bring your best rhyme I'm on your next line And when I flex mine I see respect signs call the request line And just say TECH N9NE [Chorus] [Verse 3] They call me Tecca nina that be my nickname I often wreck arenas most of 'em chicks man Spoil us with checks and Visa cause how we spit game Havin' her bless the weiner I love 2 get brain 4 chicks in the back of the truck, backin' it up Suckin' on tongues, laughin' it up Gassin at Kutt, bussin' her bun slappin' it up Quick wrappin' it up, get thrust with no funds then passin the butt Absolute when I shoot the shit Juice the chicks with flows that you use ta get Take 'em to Adam's house, don't rat 'em out Or take 'em down to wesses get breastes Up in yo face and scat 'em out Make room 4 the crew with beats That thump I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mine be Straight doom, 4 the crew that skeet Like chumps I bring 'em 66 triple 8 46993 [Chorus] [Repeat 2x] |
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