Heemin lyrics

[Chorus: Fas$e]
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
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 n*gga in a coffin
And make a b*tch pay a n*gga 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 f*cking tossin' the freak, I skeet
Heat, Mr. fire, Señor el flame-o
Need a b*tch that strip, not a plain hoe
So we can bubble like a volcano
Hey hoe, Yeah b*tch
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
[Chorus: Fas$e]
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')

[Verse 2: Mac Duna]
Lean on a n*gga like Joe Clark
Beem on a n*gga when the funk start
Heemin' a n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 f*cking truth
Especially when I scoop smack your baby mama say oop
She heard Mac Duna got a big di*k
Nick name ruler no Slick Rick
Crip blood get high when I hit a b*tch
Lay her on the grass like a picnic
[Chorus: Fas$e]
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
A n*gga 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, n*gga
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 f*cked up and a b*tch got me wood like a chair arm
[Chorus: Fas$e]
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')
Heemin', heemin', heemin' (we heemin')
(we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin', we heemin')