- Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 1 歌词 Tech N9ne
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Please leave a message after the tone Hey Tech, it's *** and *** Wishing you a happy Halloween, baby, haha So we were thinkin', if you chose to kick it with us tonight We can finally do that threesome, haha Call us back Yahtzee, two baddies talkin' 'bout gettin' busy Having a thrizzy with Tech Nizzy, now I'm doin' the Shiggy Thinkin', two pair of ******* give me jizzy Mane, I'm with this, bang them *****es like The Warriors against The Lizzies Proceed to ****** groom 'cause I'm 'bout to nail it soon Doin' the palest moon, they said meet 'em at Raoul's Velvet Room Now that's a hell of a plan, both of them *****es vanilla pecan My other plans are now a hella Saran 'Cause *****es wanna share the gel of the man The homies swooped me and put the pedal to the metal Through the ghetto, we switchin' lanes, real Toretto (Chyeah) To get with the thickie black, and then the other Mexican and guerro I'm the red Devil, rollin', no jokin', Jared Leto (Chyeah) Walked in the spot, got with two thots and hit the floor quizzick Bartender pour vicious, so I'm seein' four *****es Take a seat at a booth with the girls How I knew we was gonna for sure kick it? Both of them *****es went under the table on N9na playin' tug-of-war with it We 'bout to leave it on the flo' (Leave it) And gon' retrieve it when a ho (Need it) Best believe it's finna go when you let us in the door 'Bout to leave it on the flo' (Leave it) Ah, got two kissers on my pisser (Y'all crazy) Two gifters in my zipper, two angels bump with the broken wings Mister, mister, mouth's naughty, feelin' just about gaudy One of 'em got up and said, "Let's go and hit a Halloween house party" Come on, everybody's leavin' (Leavin') I made it to the hoppin' ass house party All I'm thinkin' 'bout is three shit, rollin' and weedin' Where the bathroom, bro? (It's downstairs) so we did, zoom Me and the *****es but then I accidentally went and walked in to some kid's room (My bad) Oh no, Tecca N9na's at the door Want me to spit it, leave it on the floor? Rippin' the flip, anything gotta go Get it, demolish it, I'ma spit, never quit I'ma be all in it, *****, I be callin' it Like it's a fantasy, all of you fans of me I'ma be haulin' it like I said, "Bobble it," I'm the shit Baby been busy, pop like I'm fizzy, now you be spinning 'Cause of the rhyme I spit making you dizzy I won't kid all of you, but, *****, I'm winning, woah (Wow) Thirteen, you kidding? When I'm done, only thing I'm committing Is a homicide, might make your mama cry She found her kid had died from the beginning Woah, hold up, lil' dude, you freaking me out Tech, what the **** are you talkin' about? Oh, this? ****in' the game up the way that I came up Is something they're payin' but didn't really wanna do it to 'em But they couldn't think of a way to tell 'em I ink and I play no games, I ran up on the ***** And then I did it to 'em anyway We destroyed it, can't avoid it, but the bathroom is that way (Right on, man!) We 'bout to leave it on the flo' (Leave it) And gon' retrieve it when a ho (Need it) Best believe it's finna go when you let us in the door 'Bout to leave it on the flo' (Leave it) Thickie black and the Mexi-white What they got 'bout to sex me right I already dated the Mexi one So it ain't a thing for me to get me some So I started to play with the other first Through the kiss, I looked up, and the other's hurt Man, I thought it was 'bout to be porn shouts But the other one flipped and she stormed out (Damn, man) Ah, I knew she couldn't handle this, I'ma go get her Stuck in the bathroom, mopin' and hopin' to smash soon Thought I had poon, feelin' mad gloom 'Cause they left me open like a stab wound I squirted the lotion (Hell, nah) Well, get it done, I ain't with it, son When I murdered the ocean Would've been servin' them both, but I heard a commotion (Chyeah) People screamin', shit bumpin' and breakin' I'm stuck in this basement in a ****in' displacement For real, for real I don't even got no steel to kill Call my homie, "Where you at?" Outside smokin' but two cats ran in with some straps I got your back
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