Tech N9ne - Call Girlz Lyrics






Hey what's up, girl? It's Tech N9na
Hi
What the deal, baby?
Nothing, what's up
Just chillin with my niggas, you know what I'm saying?
Me and Don Juan coming out tomorrow
You know what I'm saying, on my way to LA
You down to kick it?
Oh yeah defenetly
Y
Ou got your homegirl?
Are they down?
Sure
Taking questions?
You know it
Caribou Lu?
You bet
It's on there, right?
Yeah

4 days chillin with some bitches
On the way to Cali, tryna maintaine our music and riches
We doing what counts, make her switch to the other side
Get 'm all out they clothes, can I go inside?
They feel the vibe, they sure to get wet
Rubbers [?]
My nigga Tech, get them hoes, nigga
Get that trick

My nigga Don Juan, I got that bitch
Opisit of a hosewife
Cool, jump in the pool, and the dick grabbing
She was screaming that it cost 600 to hit
Imma give it to you for free cause I like your shit
I do it so well, she tellin me tails about her caucasian tricks, rubber strap on shit
And when I'm laughin about how the homegirls making her grip
She started inching closer, suckin dick

So many hoes know about the house 3000
616 ways that we can all fuck
We Rode Dogs, so it's 57
Lust or bust, we just body full of lust
So baby, tell me what's up

Call girls, and we fuck for days
I'm about the cash, just to get y'all payed
Tech A N9na and Juan, cause y'all the shit
Don't stop, nigga please, cause we want some dick

[Don Juan:]
She wants my money, but it's far from prostitution
Making it simple in plan, pussy for distrubition
Found the salution
While you niggas be losin
While we're cruisin
Grab my stick, now won't you suck my dick?
So many licks, she be survin me like a ccustomer
Riding down the highway, commence fucking her
While you lovin her, I'm pluggin her
You buggin her
Why don't you quit? I'm here to tell you that your hoe ain't shit

Do your friends wanna extend the vegin to Tech Nin the nappy haired friend grin cummer?
With perfect dick, I perfect chicks within summer
Stinging them like a bee
[?]
Throwin bolos in the bed, hope it goes in the head
Low go in the bread
Mo doe, bro, get ahead
They don't wanna let go, they know the reason we met, so
They can be some ballers instead of a prospect hoe

Call girls, and we fuck for days
I'm about the cash, just to get y'all payed
Tech A N9na and Juan, cause y'all the shit
Don't stop, nigga please, cause we want some dick





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  1. P.... E....

    soooooooo good

  2. C.... M....

    cWalk4AllWorld- techs not even a crip bro

    C.... M....

    Chase Masters true. he blood.

    C.... M....

    Chase Masters tech nine is not even a tech 9

    C.... M....

    He was having label troubles and made absolutely no money from this album. They had rights to this music and screwed him over by releasing this album the same weak of absolute power.

    C.... M....

    Chase Masters I was wondering why the album cover was blue, for a sec I was wondering if tech was a hood hopper. thank god he ain't or i would of lost so much respect for him