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Here We Come Lyrics - Free City - St. Lunatics

Yo, whattup baby girl, fuck is the deal? 

Nah you know I'm sayin I'm on my way fo' sho' 

Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already 

And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute 

But what's goin on with you though? 'Cause I hope you ain't frontin' 

'Cause it's too late at night for that y'know? 

 

Here we come 

Here we come now, girl 

All over you 

(Baby girl) 

 

You know, I spend hot shit when need be 

Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D 

If need be, I'm leavin' the party with Cindy 

Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi 

That ain't nuttin', how 'bout her twin sister Mindy 

I spit game like that, I get brains like that 

Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that 

If sex was football, I'd be a running back 

 

I can only get low and I never fumble 

Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone 

So if it's on it's on, shit, I'm takin' you home 

I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone 

She like my bizza, my bad, li'l dog 

You Lunatics and that's what I be sayin' 'bout y'all 

Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call 

And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall 

 

So here we come 

Here we come now, girl 

All over you 

(Baby girl) 

 

'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground 

Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound 

Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up 

Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up 

 

'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground 

Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound 

Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up 

Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up 

 

I'm like a New Edition, y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike 

Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight 

Is this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike 

Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight 

Said, oh no, baby doll kissin' me as she goin' down low 

Peepin' that demo oh, can tell that you a pro 

Swore up and down you never did this before, whatever just go slow 

 

Hated by all types, baby, fathers and dykes 

The type ready to fight, I'm the one they women like 

He think he tight, he think he got more game then Spike Lee 

Running through his veins like an IV, high speed 

Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D. 

Better catch me now while my price is low 

Demandin' five digits when the Lunatics blow 

Another zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what? 

 

Here we come 

Here we come now, girl 

All over you 

(Baby girl) 

 

'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground 

Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound 

Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up 

Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up 

 

'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground 

Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound 

Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up 

Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up 

 

You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends 

'Cause the weekdays too busy creepin' 

Freakin' wit yo' rat, now picture that 

When she with you she not speakin' but she weaken 

Lettin' me know that she really been thinkin' 

About a nigga even when I'm not wit her 

I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter 

My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets gettin' thinner 

 

I ain't baptized, so you callin' me a sinner 

Overpaid, 29, callin' me a young tenor 

Nelly, stop, don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her 

She ready for whatever, I ain't even bought her dinner 

I started the game on the bench with splinters 

Beggin' your coach, let you play for a minute 

And last seconds of the game, you still waitin' to enter 

I ain't gotta hear the buzzer boy, I know who the winner, come on 

 

Here we come 

Here we come now, girl 

All over you 

(Baby girl) 

 

'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground 

Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound 

Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up 

Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up 

 

'Cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground 

Sippin' Alize, a steady puffin' on a pound 

Hollerin' whoa now, slow down, switch it up 

Mami, don't frown, go down, heat it up 

 

Here we come y'all, here we come 

Here we come y'all, here we come 

Here we come y'all, here we come 

... 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group

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