Leave It On The Flo!, Pt. 1 - Tech N9ne

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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 titties give me jizzy

Mane, I’m with this, bang them bitches like The Warriors against The Lizzies

Proceed to pelvis 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 bitches vanilla pecan

My other plans are now a hella Saran 'cause bitches 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 bitches

Take a seat at a booth with the girls, how I knew we was gonna for sure kick it?

Both of them bitches 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 bitches 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, bitch, 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, bitch, 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 fuck are you talkin' about?

Oh, this?

Fuckin' 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 bitch

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 fuckin' 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