Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phonk (Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 2), artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 16.04.2020
Song language: English
Phonk (Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 2) |
| Bet that |
| We gon' leave it on the flo', leave it, leave it on the flo' |
| Motherfuckers better know, this thang is 'bout to blow |
| I’m a real deal, you’s a ho, that’s fo' sho' |
| I’ma leave it on the flo' (Leave it) |
| Who’s this opp tryna lose his thoughts? |
| Not Alzheimer’s, but y’all mind us when the tool gets popped |
| Then all kinda dudes get dropped when they choose this plot |
| You just watch what I heard |
| when the music stopped |
| Got this fully automatic causing static |
| Everybody just get on the floor |
| Anything goes, no foolery |
| Give us your jewelry, wallets, and give us the dough |
| This ain’t a hoax, I’m ready for war |
| I’ma settle the score and then split through the door |
| All of these women are trippin' |
| I think they been sniffin' up coke, bring me the blow |
| I’ma need all y’all phones out now |
| You can set 'em all down right in front of you (Now) |
| For my accomplice, if y’all pop shit |
| Then you gettin' hit up with a slug or two |
| Bullets’ll body you, that’s what this gun’ll do |
| If any one of you think you can fuckin' move |
| This shit ain’t funny, just give up the money |
| And if you get lucky, my buddy’ll cut you loose |
| Ask that freak slut with the D-cups |
| What she’s hiding up under her titties |
| It looks like a key to a safe |
| I ain’t leavin' this place 'til we find it, then shit’s gettin' litty |
| I feel no pity, sin city |
| My trigger finger been gettin' so itchy |
| She better give up the code or get hit up for sho' |
| And no, I don’t think that you’re pretty |
| Oh, that’s your girl on the floor, girl? |
| Keep talkin' shit, there’ll be no girl |
| What can I say? |
| I don’t come here to play |
| Fuck you to your face, it’s a cold world |
| Tell the DJ not to be brave |
| Or I’m takin' his |
| tables |
| for keepsakes |
| Y’all keep playin', but I need |
| cake |
| Like every day is my b-day (Haha) |
| This the part I let you know that there’s a twist in this plot |
| The stickup is hot, but the truth is I ain’t pissed off at y’all |
| I figured I’d just take your shit when I’m here, so thanks, guys |
| But where this millionaire rapper dude at named Tech N9ne? |
| We 'bout to leave it on the flo' (Leave it) |
| Then hit 'em with the .44 (Bleedin') |
| Tryna stick me for my dough, I ain’t about to let it go |
| I’ma leave 'em on the flo' (Leave) |
| Hallelujah, Tech called the shooter, I got the Ruger |
| So drop the Luger, my dragon’s flames is as hot as Koopa’s |
| This how I’ma do ya, move and you fucked like the Kamasutra |
| Stand aside, you losers, if it’s smoke, I’ll provide the hookah |
| I know grimy boosters who pushin' weight like some kind of movers |
| Called, they might remove ya, so move unless you kinda stupid |
| Touch my G, you dyin', don’t try it, don’t test this kind of movement |
| Get to street fightin', the heat fire like nine Hadoukens |
| Like Ryu and Ken, |
| okay, motherfucker, time to meet your end |
| Bet that he froze when the heat blow, nigga, eat those |
| Reload then I heat yo' friends |
| Fuck your ego, man, get the heater |
| I’m about to stretch a bitch for Tecca N9na |
| Call the cops, shit is getting hella lethal |
| With the chalk, Etch-a-Sketchin' hella people |
| The red dot’s lookin' like a set of measles |
| Dead shot like a zombie gettin' needles |
| Hell nah, I ain’t 'bout to ever leave you |
| Less talk, Tech, I’m 'bout to get this weasel |
| Sounds hella evil, but don’t step to people |
| When there’s something wrong with they brain |
| I’m just tryna make sure my nigga leave in the same way that he came |
| Let’s get the fuck on |
| My nigga proceeded to bust chrome when the dust gone |
| Never trippin' 'cause nothin' was crushed on |
| Now the cut flown 'til we touch home |
| But these fools wanna squeeze tools |
| But we speed through what they feed to |
| The B dude with the cheese move |
| So they greet gruel, tryna seek food |
| Chose N9na for the dinner date (Chyeah) |
| Tryna get away from the heat, we switchin' lanes on the interstate |
| Clout-chasing ass motherfuckers wanna take my name and break my fame (Chyeah) |
| Wanna be funny because I make my chains and I state my claim |
| When I hate, try game (Chyeah), I’ma be killing 'em when I take my aim (Chyeah) |
| Pass me that so I can end the (Chyeah) energy trying to hinder |
| When the punks approach, a nigga fend off |
| Fin' to buss on demons out the window |
| Injure any demon, I’ma beast 'em (Chyeah) |
| Do what I do and decease 'em |
| They better flee from killers, no weak ones |
| Attitude 'cause I never got a threesome |
| By the power of my dead niggas, take lead, nigga (Die) |
| Never stop me when the bullets fly |
| No matter how hard you try |
| Fucking weaklings felt the real fire my heat brings |
| They flipped over the guardrail |
| And wrapped around the concrete T-beam |
| [Outro: Tech N9ne, |
| Scru Face Jean |
| Both |
| Sanctuary |
| Looked at my homeboy driving and said |
| «Thank you very much for coming through in the clutch |
| They better be glad we didn’t face off and then catch two in the gut» |
| What? |
| ( |
| Hahaha |
| Man, that was a close call |
| Sweatin' so much, I got soaked drawers ( |
| Yeah |
| I was finna do both of them bitches, but they both stalled |
| Sayin' they wanted a thrizzy with Tech Nizzie? |
| Was a hoax, dawg ( |
| That’s fucked up |
| Fuck it, I got about sixty rolls still |
| And this pound of fuckin' dough’s ill |
| Happy Halloween, my nigga, we supreme, my nigga |
| We running things, my ni- |
| Oh, shit |