| I be bussin', parents be fussin and cussin'
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| Cause all I talk about is silicon and muffins
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| So if you didn’t come to hear some strip club hits
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| Then get the hell on cause I’m getting' my mail on I’m hustlin'
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| I’m talkin' about foes I’m talkin' about fans and kitties
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| I’m talkin' about ho’s and I’m talking about Kansas City
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| That’s where I dwell wit wit, my, my vills and I, I, I will
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| Pop hot rocks 4 real venomous
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| When it gets hot, the Tech’s straight killin' hataz
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| When it gets rock, the sex rates 10 I made her sit on this jock
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| Spits quick game inovator chick generator quick trip James Lemonader
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| This is the beginning of blingin' and houses
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| And women welcoming angels and demons on couches
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| And sinnin' I’m alive and well
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| The demise will bring ghost stories when I rise
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| In hell them alive will still vote 4 me
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| Watch out cause here comes Tecca nina
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| Roll out cause here comes Tecca nina
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| Drop down cause here comes Tecca nina
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| Here comes Tecca nina
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| Here comes Tecca nina
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| Bunsai baby everone’s high smokin' and drinkin'
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| And poppin' so hurry come fly cause I got plenty rolls
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| And I got plenty dough and we got plenty ho’s
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| We roll on 24's
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| What it is? |
| What it was? |
| And what it shall be?
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| Where the blizz? |
| Where the ale? |
| Where’s the belve?
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| Caraboulou is 151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple so
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| What’s this weakness you tryin' to sell me?
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| I represent the Rogue Dog Villain niggas
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| Better repent the foes all feelin triggas
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| You got me bent, we rolls all peelin skrilla
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| Roll call willin' killaz froze yall feelin' millas
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| This be the best time to bust your best rhyme
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| You bring your best rhyme I’m on your next line
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| And when I flex mine I see respect signs call the request line
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| And just say TECH N9NE
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| They call me Tecca nina that be my nickname
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| I often wreck arenas most of 'em chicks man
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| Spoil us with checks and Visa cause how we spit game
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| Havin' her bless the weiner I love 2 get brain
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| 4 chicks in the back of the truck, backin' it up
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| Suckin' on tongues, laughin' it up
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| Gassin at Kutt, bussin' her bun slappin' it up
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| Quick wrappin' it up, get thrust with no funds then passin the butt
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| Absolute when I shoot the shit
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| Juice the chicks with flows that you use ta get
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| Take 'em to Adam’s house, don’t rat 'em out
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| Or take 'em down to wesses get breastes
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| Up in yo face and scat 'em out
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| Make room 4 the crew with beats
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| That thump I got the sickness horny chicks mighty mine be
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| Straight doom, 4 the crew that skeet
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| Like chumps I bring 'em 66 triple 8 46 993 |