- Phonk (Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 2) 歌词 Tech N9ne
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- Tech N9ne Phonk (Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 2) 歌词
- Tech N9ne
- Bet that
We gon' leave it on the flo', leave it, leave it on the flo'
Mother****ers 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
******s'll body you, that's what this gun'll do
If any one of you think you can ****in' 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 *******
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
**** 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 ****ed 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, mother****er, time to meet your end
Bet that he froze when the heat blow, *****, eat those
Reload then I heat yo' friends
**** your ego, man, get the heater
I'm about to stretch a ***** 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 ***** leave in the same way that he came
Let's get the **** on
My ***** 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 mother****ers 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 ***** 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 *********
By the power of my dead *****s, take lead, ***** (Die)
Never stop me when the ******s fly
No matter how hard you try
****ing weaklings felt the real fire my heat brings
They flipped over the guardrail
And wrapped around the concrete T-beam
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 *******, but they both stalled
Sayin' they wanted a thrizzy with Tech Nizzie?
Was a hoax, dawg (That's ****ed up)
**** it, I got about sixty rolls still
And this pound of ****in' dough's ill
Happy Halloween, my *****, we supreme, my *****
We running things, my ni-
Oh, shit
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