Lyrics Heemin - Tech N9ne, Mac Dre, FA$E

Heemin

Now I stood on, many stages
Spit on many mics
Had sex with dikes hecka tight coochie soft and often
Get into fights at bars
I’m a boss and I’m coughing
Off the grand daddy purp and a dolphin
I will put a nigga in a coffin
And make a bitch pay a nigga more often
Dre got hips like he golfing
'Cause Dre bring the gravy and the sauce and get lost in the beat
Like I’m fucking tossin' the freak, I skeet
Heat, Mr. fire, Señor el flame-o
Need a bitch that strip, not a plain hoe
So we can bubble like a volcano
Hey hoe, Yeah Bitch
I’m talking to you do this hoe gear fit
And can you walk in these shoes?
I’m off in the booth ohh
With my folks from the PO
I’m a pimp, I rap and I’m a CEO
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Lean on a nigga like Joe Clark
Beem on a nigga when the funk start
Heemin' a nigga mack Mozart
I’ma do me y’all better play your part
I’m the heir to the Thizz throne
I’ma hold it done since Dre gone
I know niggas wanna get their hate on
But I murder everybody no Jim Jones
Two cups full of that screw
Rolling in the coupe, Ferrari sign on it no roof
Looking like the mother fucking truth
Especially when I scoop smack your baby mama say oop
She heard Mac Duna got a big dick
Nick name ruler no Slick Rick
Crip blood get high when I hit a bitch
Lay her on the grass like a picnic
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A nigga mixed everything with the lean
Caviar gold on top of the codeine
Put it all together I call it the slow green
In the back of the Bentley with the woman of your dreams, nigga
She polishin' Nina so clean
But I’m so faded took a minute to blow cream
When I finally did I think I started to grow wings
That’s what I get for sippin' and smokin' the whole thing
Leanin', on the right side, I’m one of the five guys
I kick it when the night rise, I’m like a kite flies
I’m airborne, lions and tigers and bear porn
Man I’m trippin' what I’m seein' it got me in rare form
She know she get when she decided to wear torn
When I slow green, I’m vicious, keepin' her derriere warm
Two MACs and a gat, we different and they’re norm
I’m fucked up and a bitch got me wood like a chair arm
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