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Here I Come

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Here I Come

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[1st Verse]

I've been around the world

And I Yi Yi

Don't know why people

What?

Why people go to the strip club

To spend their dough

Just to see butt

To see these ladies strip

And take off all their clothes

I do not know why

They choose such a spot

I just don't know why

We get hot

It's probably cause

They make it hop and twurk the pole

And their headlights are sitting bold

Makes it look like its getting' cold

Can I hold you tight

Hop on my lap

And do that dance

I come to spend ones and huns

On lovely skin

Booty weighs a ton

Let the game begin

Cause here I come

Teccanina swope down like space invaders boy

Pull out the piece like on you haters boy

Forget about the haters

I don't wanna talk about 'em

On this right now

I wanna talk about

That butt them breasts

Yes yes wanna test

Now sanity stops

When the fannie g. drops

Fantasy locked

On makin' the canopy rock

Panties be hot

When we walk in

All vanity pops

In every glam if she's stocked

Make her make it

Frantically hop

We're all at the tittie bar

VIP and all of the kitties

Are sittin' with me

They're all knowin'

Who we are

TECHN9NE, baby

How you doin'

What you drinkin'

Caribou

Is what I'm thinkin'

Kansas City, baby

Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo,

We got relish

Don't be jealous

That's a hey no, no,no

Me and my fellas

Travelin' lookin' for them

Who does what

Make it hop

In Houston, Texas

ATL, California

Whazzup

[Chorus]

Bianks with breasts and big butts

Here I come baby

Enough to make the big bucks

Here I come baby

151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice in

My cup

Here I come baby

Fellas in the front

Let me hear you grunt

Fellas in the back

Watch that booty clap

Ladies in the middle

Let me hear you sizzle

Yell

TECHN9NE is hard as hell

[2nd Verse]

Catch me on the couch

With two stouts

Mouth to mouth

Bounce to the techno festival

See lots of lezbo

Lets go ghetto

Or heavy metal

We slam dancing

Blair witch raves

In the woods

Up in Cameron

Rollin'

Diggin' the private schoolers

St. Theresa's bishop Hogan

Those are the kind

That do ya

Get that sarabell explosion

All of my homies kick it pockets

Ain't no punk

Trav, Dyno, Grant, Kut

Seven, John, George, monk

All at the tittie bar

Drinkin' and laughin'

My homie B'zle

Started this at Bazooka's

Booties clappin'

Black, Asian, White, Hatian, Mexican

And Italian

Doin' tricks with beer bottles

Sexy mixed mullato

I'm comin' to get ya

Drinkin' liquor

Off in Sweden, Germany, London

Back to the STL

Off in Memphis

Raisin' hell

With a stack of hundreds

Kick her that

In Miami

In the Benz

Aristocrat

Where the strippers at

[Chorus]

Bianks with breasts and big butts

Here I come baby

Enough to make the big bucks

Here I come baby

151 and Malibu Rum and pineapple juice

In my cup

Here I come baby

Fellas in the front

Let me hear you grunt

Fellas in the back

Watch the bootie clap

Ladies in the middle

Let me hear you sizzle

Yell

TECHN9NE is hard as hell

[3rd Verse]

What ya'll doin' after this scat

With this back activist mack

Blasphemous acts

Hit em with a stack

That will distract a bitch

All I wanna do

Is hit the back of this black abyss

In the cat in the hat for risk

If you really wanna master this

Know it's a whole lotta cash to get

Me and my homeboys

Will get with

Your homegirls

And get in our own world

We gotta be ready

To get up and go

To the bedroom

Or up in the bathroom

Givin' me and my homeboys a show

Baby get low

To a TECHN9NE tempo

Do you know

What you're in for

Rough sex

Much sweat

Enough flesh

What's next

Make her say

Oh la la la la

Give it to me TECHN9NE

You're the best time

That I ever had

Give it to me papa

Hit the na na na

And oh oh oh oh yeah

I love it when you do me

Like this teccanina

And I like it

When you make it do that

In Kansas City

We scan the tittes

And brand sadities

Were handsome hippies

Who land some quickies

We comin to kick it

Where you from

Pirates come screamin'

Yo ho ho

151 rum

[Chorus]

Bianks with breasts and big butts

Here I come baby

Enough to make the big bucks

Here I come baby

151 and Malibu rum and pineapple juice

In my cup

Here I come baby

Fellas in the front

Let me hear you grunt

Fellas in the back

Watch that bootie clap

Ladies in the middle

Let me hear you sizzle

Yell

TECHN9NE is hard as hell

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