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

Leave It On The Flo!, Pt. 1

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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