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Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly, let them rubber bands fly Ack like you know, ack ack like you know Ack like you know, ack ack like you know Ayyy my whole squad iced out, my nigga so Trill my nigga so trill ack like you know Ack ack like you know, ack like you know Ack ack like you know Why ask a question that already got an answer End of discussion, meet the polar bears you pandas Rubberbands bonanzas when I'm in the lands of 20 grand You stand up make you understand us I'm sorry if you ain't got your stacks up Tell yo click, to patch up that envy to get you patched up Ya'll ain't ready for this But she ain't think she ready to spit I ain't just tellin you shit peep that thing on my wrist, Flo Rida Franchize I'm like the pizza man all about cheese for the doors Raise yo hand mobile ain't local ghetto nigga I ain't posisle stuntin' hard |
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| 3:50 |
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Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me.
Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me. Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with me. Hey girl you're comin, ' come on... Talk to me girl, Let me tell you girl. Got you stuck on my elevator. Get it up. On my ehh o ehh oh. Hey My first flo stopped a gold diggin' woman Money cash flow all big faced hundreds Stuntin' on the pole got them d-boys running Shorty got both broke can't see what's comin' Wear them apple bottoms, wear them apple bottoms honey Dolce and Gabbana and she get it from her mommy Louis bags, rich, Gucci, Fendi and Armani See the carrots on her wrist now she pimps Bugs Bunny Used to date Kanye now she want me While I got my juice wanna take my OJ It ain't her birthday but her name on the cake If I ever play for booty grade A Got you stuck on my On my elevator Get it up, on my elevator Check it out! My First floor, stuck on the gold digger Second floor, stuck on the dime piece Third floor, stuck on the hood rat Fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz. (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh She got her nails did, she got her hair did She got a Gucci bag, her brand new outfit Stuck on my elevator, she on the second floor Now I want you to break it down, DJ turn it up some more Hey, dime piece girl; True Religion, Ed Hardy Little mama twerk that top model body South Beach piece on the back of that Ducati I'll bet you that brand new Ferrari Got you stuck on my On my elevator Get it up, on my elevator Check it out! First floor, stuck on the gold digger Second floor, stuck on the dime piece Third floor, stuck on the hood rat Fourth floor, freak it I don't know, cuz... (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (Thie girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh My third floor stuck on the hood rat charm Cut, take boy Hollyhood action Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone Tattoo type, bump the low ring tone Bending Ghetto booty, playing the ghetto booty on her. Roll up machilles don't smoke arizona One night stand one night with the clan One night, one time broke her off 10 grand. Project all the way gutta all day Shorty don't fake she'll put it in your face Three stories while them hood rats beg Got you stuck on my On my elevator Get it up, on my elevator Check it out! First floor, stuck on the gold digger Second floor, stuck on the dime piece Third floor, stuck on the hood rat Fourth floor, freak it I don't know, cause... (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator (This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh |
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| 3:59 |
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음음음음음음음음
음음음음음음음음 let me talk to em let me talk to em C'mon Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go, this crazy all night spendin my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show So sexual, she was flexible Professional, drinkin X and ooo Hold up wait a minute, do i see what I think I Whoa Did I think I seen shorty get low Ain't the same when it's up that close Make it rain, I'm makin it snow Work the pole, I got the bank roll Imma say that I prefer them no clothes I'm into that, I love women exposed She threw it back at me, I gave her more Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes She had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home My jeans full of gwap And they ready for Shones Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan One stack (come on) Two stacks (come on) Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand) What you think I'm playin baby girl I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola Got me like a Soldier She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover Shorty was hot like a toaster Sorry but I had to fold her, Like a pornography poster She showed her Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Whoa Shawty Yea she was worth the money Lil mama took my cash, and I ain't want it back, The way she bit that rag, got her them paper stacks, Tattoo Above her crack, I had to handle that, I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin They be want it two in the mornin I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shorty did that pop and lock, Had to break her off that gwap Gah it was fly just like my glock Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low C'mon |
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| 3:53 |
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| 3:58 |
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| 4:41 |
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| 9. |
| 3:41 |
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[Chorus: Will.I.Am ] [X2]
Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer [Verse 1: Flo Rida] Hey this is my jam Yall don't understand I'll make you understand What's pumpin in my CD player (player) Party all night like yayer (yayer) Shawty got a hand in the ayer (ayer) Make me want to take it dayer Then I go, here I go, here is my song DJ bring it back come in my zone I get paid for them couple bonez The next wop until the early morn I need that crunk when I'm up in tha club Even my when my chevy pull up on them dubs Give me that drop yellow waist like a drug Lil mama hot and she might show me love O hot damn Celebrate to tha A.M I love it so much it got me sayin [Chorus: Will.I.Am/Fergie] [X2] Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer [Verse 2: Flo Rida] Hey Heyy I might just start the wave Like I'm at a ball game do my thang Hands up high I got money in tha bank I'm so fly 747 pain Rock it no stop it how I got my name Baby keep poppin you might get tha fame Walk tha red carpet wont see you the same I get tha stuntin forget my name Start with me Ride with me Represent tha city vibe with me Make me throw it up ma timid in tha club Go ahead throw it up gotta wonder How much to show enough to stare(stare) I'm hood so it's really unfair (unfair) Shorty go ahead and get bare(bare) We aint gonna treat our city like the mayor (mayor) [Chorus: Will.I.Am/Fergie] [X2] Oh hot damn, this is my jam Keep me partying till the A.M Yall don't understand, make me throw my hands In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer (Will.I.Am) Alright now stop oooo put your hands in the ayer it's a stick (a stick up stick up) it's a stick up just to tha ceilin man |
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| 4:31 |
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| 3:33 |
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| 3:33 |
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| 3:17 |
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| 3:17 |
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