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from Flo Rida - Low [Amended Version] [single] (2007)
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 With thestraps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy 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 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 With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy 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 thats three grand What you think I'm play in 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 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 With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy 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 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 With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low come on |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
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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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
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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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
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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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
[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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from Michelle Williams - Unexpected (2008)
I see the day past me by When I'm next to you For the longest time I prayed that I could ride up in yo Coup As the wheels they roll Time roll so slow Feels like I disappear Gotcha eyes on the road And so many things It's just like I'm not here I can here the music playin Turn it to my favorite station undetermined bass But that's no remedy When your heart it seem to be breaking Tell you and you just don't listen Don't know how much more I can take it Nothing to say but Stop this car I don't wanna ride no more Cause it's just to fast And you want pump the brakes Slow down hear what I gotta say Stop this car Cause our destination wait too far I wanna get out I don't wanna ride no more Baby just stop this car I miss the days when we would Tour the countryside And drive for hours on open road Til the tank was dry The minutes pasted we cry and laugh Get inside you're mind Now it seems you built a wall That i just can't knock down I can here the music playin Turn it to my favorite station undetermined bass But that's no remedy When your heart it seem to be breaking Tell you and you just don't listen Don't know how much more I can take it Nothing to say but Stop this car I don't wanna ride no more Cause it's just to fast And you want pump the brakes Slow down hear what I gotta say Stop this car Cause our destination wait too far I wanna get out I don't wanna ride no more Baby just stop this car Theres nothing worse than being ignored If you don't want me put the brakes to the floor When you shut me out i feel so alone Pull over right here open up the door Watch me i can be gone Stop this car Stop this car I don't wanna ride no more Cause it's just to fast And you want pump the brakes Slow down hear what I gotta say Stop this car Cause our destination wait too far I wanna get out I don't wanna ride no more Baby just stop this car stop this car I don't wanna ride no more Cause it's just to fast And you want pump the brakes Slow down hear what I gotta say Stop this car Cause our destination wait too far I wanna get out I don't wanna ride no more Baby just stop this car Dark night surrounding me Watching your lights fade away |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
(Intro [Nelly Furtado])
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na (x4) (Chorus [Nelly Furtado]) When I say jump, you say how high I ain’t never seen nobody, how they get so high Like a bird, like a plane, this party got me insane This party got me insane, so jump jump jump jump (Verse 1 [Flo Rida]) Now I’m gon take it to the roof Everybody with me got they own parachute You ain’t scared of heights when you sippin on Goose Party all night like I’m flyin jet new? You ain’t never seen nobody get this loose Shawty actin naughty with her body, what it do Jump to this man, bump to this man Stomp to this man, crunk to this man Got another hit man Hold up, I wanna go up, don’t wanna throw up My clique pour up, and every bad chick know us Dance, the boy got us all feelin high Ask, the shawty, I’m a astronaut High rollin baby like I’m jumpin on fire Super Bowl pimp good Year on tire Can I be a bird, I gotta be fly Butterfly and spur, and I got a couple words (Chorus [Nelly Furtado]) X2 (Verse 2 [Flo Rida]) When I run up in the club, jump in, then I gotta be there Check it out, shawty like Nike Air Up up and away take it off like mere? NBA ballin, I don’t care Now what do you do when you see you a shawty and she make it bounce in the room? Hey girl, come on baby, you a fine sexy lady, can I get on your hot air balloon? Sky high, still clubbin like I’m part of the mile high Ears poppin, Bubbalicious help me get right Keep poppin in position after midnight Moese? fried chicken up in NY Jigga what, don’t it feel good Houston? We gonna jump ship, all aboard Come around me, and we’ll parlay, we’re throwed? Cali is jumpin, hit the switch on the 6 4 (Chorus [Nelly Furtado]) (Break down) [Flo Rida] Come on and jump, jump, jump (x3) [All my ladies] get down, get down, get down [All my ladies] get down, get down, get down [All the fellas] jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump [All the fellas, the ladies, the fellas, the ladies, let me see you] (Chorus [Nelly Furtado]) X2 (Break down) Get down, get down, get down Get down, get down, get down (Outro [Nelly Furtado]) Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na (x4) |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
Gotta get that money
Gotta get that money She's a nasty dancer danin' for money Do what you wanna do (Gotta get that money dancer) she's a freaky dancer danin' she loves it Do what you gotta do (Gotta get that money dancer) Nasty dancer danin' for money Do what you wanna do (Gotta get that money dancer) she's a freaky dancer danin' she loves it Do what you gotta do (Gotta get that money dancer) Hey, I wanna wanna nasty girl All about a party my backseat girl Up front thicker than a track runner girl First number saved in my blackberry pearl Call up shorty showin' out for the world Gettin' down centerstage all the freaks want her Money in the waste and you're fin' to get served Don't trip, Give a tip mama'll let you feel her curves Take off her clothes get loose for that dough So rockin' juice Abusin' that pole She drop it and reload Never know what's up when this girl's in freak mode Yep she the real deal Yep here my bills Yep from the holla tip Yep shawty outta here Yep gotta lotta hips Yep with the model hips Yep she gotta get that money She's a nasty dancer danin' for money Do what you wanna do (Gotta get that money dancer) she's a freaky dancer danin' she loves it Do what you gotta do (Gotta get that money dancer) She's a nasty dancer danin' for money Do what you wanna do (Gotta get that money dancer) she's a freaky dancer danin' she loves it Do what you gotta do Hey, Shorty sweat it out Do it, Lemme check it out Uncut raw, so we never have to edit out Pockets on swoll so I never gotta go Got a lotta bank roll so the guap in control Like, I got B's I'm feelin' on you Till my dog's get the dance floor birthday boo I know I got the cash you're lookin' for too For the best Louie bag or the Jimmy Choo shoe Oh, not a problem I can solve 'em Sexy situation get in to the bottom Givin' you a limit you wind up in the stardom Hop up in a lex you look hotter in the starter That's the nasty stuff that I need Girl, do your thing the money, it don't breathe Dead president's, come up with a Striptease I know you gotta get that money She's a nasty dancer danin' for money Do what you wanna do (Gotta get that money dancer) she's a freaky dancer danin' she loves it Do what you gotta do (Gotta get that money dancer) She's a nasty dancer danin' for money Do what you wanna do (Gotta get that money dancer) she's a freaky dancer danin' she loves it Do what you gotta do Hey Sh-shawty gotta get that money that money Sh-shawty gotta have that money that money Sh-shawty gotta get that money that money Sh-shawty gotta have that money that money Shawty f-f-freak it, f-f-freak it, f-f-freak it, freak it Shawty n-n-nasty, n-n-nasty, n-n-nasty She's a nasty dancer danin' for money Do what you wanna do (Gotta get that money dancer) she's a freaky dancer danin' she loves it Do what you gotta do (Gotta get that money dancer) She's a nasty dancer danin' for money Do what you wanna do (Gotta get that money dancer) she's a freaky dancer danin' she loves it Do what you gotta do |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
[intro beats]
(you can be my shone) X 12 Hey OK now mama, I know ya kind and I like em grown. do this do that never hold back I think I'm ready for more. so shawty I see ya thong that body is what I want I got it written in stone this bottle sippin' Patrón. however, we never, whatever this what I'm all about big cheddar, no wetter, get better hold on I'm gonna give you this now. whatever, you never, on schedule I'm gonna take it to the top, I'm gonna take you to the spot, I'm gonna show you what I got but you gotta make it drop cause you'll prolly never stop cash ain't a problem, I got dollars so get straight to the business poppin' them collars I know if I holla, I'm looking for shawty for thinkness I'll be your personal fitness girl I'm gonna get you addicted. So can you be, would you be, wont you be, can you be my can you be my action? Cause from the way that you dancing I know you got it going on tonight. (baby, you can be my action) and I turn on the lights and the camera as soon as I can get you home tonight (whoa) (can you be my action?) heyah. you can be my, you can be my, wish on. you can be my -whoa (hey shawty) You an be my action. penis satisfaction. I really got a fetish. she bow-legged, that's my attraction. set it up, yeah baby hit the black berry, that's my collection. what I do on there, everything: that's sex and this is my passion. whatever you like we turn off the lights go ahead and show me your back's strong. the end of the night, your treating me right, got stacks up like a saxophone. do you think I'm gonna keep killin' em? they're prisoners and I'm peeling em. when I wreck it, I'm feelin'. no contest, I keep drillin em. I'm gonna wait all day, get straight to the point raise the temperature so hot celebrate, Girl I just wanna give you this cake lets get physical. baddest in the club how you do that? baby you too much. just my luck, let me touch, be direct and let me cum Can you be my action? Cause from the way that you dancing I know you got it going on tonight. (baby, you can be my action) and I turn on the lights and the camera as soon as I can get you home tonight. (can you be my action?) heyah. you can be my, you can be my, wish on. you can be my -whoa (hey shawty) I live in hollywood but I still be in the JEX. shawty's wanna holla when they see whats on my neck. my money very long, gotta make it stretch and when I say shone, I be talkin' bout sex. say little mama, you know I'm gonna make you holla. walk in the club, and we gonna toss a couple dollars. I pop her bottles make them haters wanna follow. ain't nothing wrong, you grown, so baby... Can you be my action? Cause from the way that you dancing I know you got it going on toni-ight. (baby, you can be my action) and I turn on the lights and the camera as soon as I can get you home toni-i-i-aight. yeah. (can you be my action?) you can be my, you can be my, wish on. you can be my -whoa [base beats] |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
featuring Kesha
(Flo Rida) You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down (kesha) You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down (Flo Rida) Hey Hopped out of that house with my swagger Hop in that with girl, I got places to go! People to see, time is precious I look at my crowd and they out of control Just like my mind where I’m going No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role I like my jewelry, that’s always on gold I know the storm is comin my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower Call up my homies that’s home Then pop in the night cuz it’s meant to be ours We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin it’s platinum patron that be ours Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers Girl you the drink with all that goodies' powers (Flo Rida) You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down (kesha) You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down (Flo Rida) From the top of the pole I watch her go [down] She got me throwin my money a[round] Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be [found] It’s goin down down. From the top of the pole I watch her go [down] She got me throwin my money [around] Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be [found] It’s goin down down (Flo Rida) Hey Shawty must know I’m not playin My money love her like a numba one fan Don’t look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans My Benjamin Frank-a-lins A couple of grands, I got rubber bands My paper planes makin a dance Get dirty all night, that’s part of my thing Keep building castles that’s made out of sand She’s amazing, the fire blazing Hotter than Cajun Girl won’t you move a lil closer? Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage That body belong on a poster I’m in a daze, that bottom is wavin’ at me Like damn it, I know you You wanna show like a gun out of holster Tell me whatever and I’ll be your roper (Flo Rida) You spin my head right round, right ro |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
[Chorus]
I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots [Verse 1] Hey I can’t be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead I don’t regret my ghetto struggle due to my success It ain’t that beautiful to write on overcoming stress Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I was fed Look at me now but all before hey Mr. Skid Row The dirty south ain’t just a name the way I’ve been poor The projects burnin’ white, I call it gizmo Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga video Can’t find a meal to a mil, only God know it No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it Can I live to I’m livin’ like my Momma told it Before you rip it, gotta sew it Yeah [Chorus] I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots [Verse 2] Hey, still on my coupe but can’t take Somebody had to be just to get away My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin safe Oh yea I had to grieve but I’m stronger to this day Pain, I can’t ignore it, you might say I’m ignorant I’m mistakin’ for courage, which victory so gorgeous Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so important 37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy I’m thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy There’s only five letters really help me [Chorus] I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots [Verse 3] Hey I know the seeds been planted It’s damaging my soul but my dreams been granted That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet What could I want more than redoing I never planned it Gets no lower than a grabbin’ on your feet A man will stand for nothin’if he fall off with the feet A baller and a hitter all in the street If you look beneath the sand then we all need a crease Roots before the branches, roots before mansions Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson Roots with your grandparents, roots under your canvas Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish [Chorus] I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh yeah yeah yeah
(Ne-Yo) I said excuse me little mama if I may Take this thought and send it your way And if you don’t like that, then send it right back, But I just gotta say I wanna be on you (on you) I wanna be on you (on you) And if you don’t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say, I just gotta say (Flo Rida) Hey, shawty with no limits, that’s what I need all the time, I’m wit with with it, she with it, she not sure she put it down Come get get get it, the business, I hi hit it, whose is it The Benz with the windows tinted, oh I get dirty south Showning, like them grown men, goose patrongen Let let me go in, sexy moanin, ca catch me jonesin Let no not ever with this lil mama off schedule Got me achy, call me papi, hottest I be fly as feathers But but bout that, sh shawty housed that you you got that prowl cat I wanna pop it like ecstasy, pretty face and all that But what I look for, this gal is hood core But that is outdoors Deserve an encore, the definition of a shone (Ne-Yo) I said excuse me little mama if I may Take this thought and send it your way And if you don’t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say I wanna be on you (on you) I wanna be on you (on you) And if you don’t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say, I just gotta say (Flo Rida) Hey, I’m feeling you girl, wanna get close to you, no doubt My sister swagger should tell it more than anything can vouch Little mama you are what’s inside ghetto Fine I’ll make you proud So stuntalicious, I love it, lets at least work something out Miss thing, million dollar game, coke bottle frame Make my wall of fame let me know your name I control the rain I could make it better, matter of fact I make it weather, stormy weather with this cheddar All because you hot as ever if you may lady, let me play baby, make my way baby, You won’t like it, send it back and its okay baby You’s a keeper, touch of diva, give me a fever If I could freak ya, give |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) [Verse 1 - Sean Paul] I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound Long as my bitch ridin`, I`ll put a nigga down Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start Something in your chest, then open up your heart Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me Ima run it, put somethin` on it, instead of bet it It`s that money, don`t make no money, buddy I`m ready Can I get it? It`s win or lose, you know the rules We rollin`, we didn`t hit it, now pay your dues [J-Bo] Now when it comes to gettin` that cash flow Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough And for all who don`t know, there`s money out to be made So get it while you can, and still it`s just a phase In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you`d be amazed That time waits for no one, so God, I pray Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed So instead I keep on livin` what`s given within my void Put a end after hours scrapin` up all my change From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain`t no game So pick up on your pimpin`, get on it and never slip Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped) [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Sean Paul] Just call me, the money maker, bread taker Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater No bumpin` heads, when it come to gettin` this paper Im a player, runnin` wit the, hand that was dealt Flippin` my work, ridin` the left, fully equipped Aint fuckin` wit hoes, unless talkin `bout bread Duckin` these streets, givin` these strangers some head Bringin` it back, makin` sho`, my pockets swole Workin` the streets, now they know they my hoes [J-Bo] I must ain`t had it, I gotta get it Nothin` to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it Shakin` these haters down the line, they somethin` wicked You on a roll then pay yo` dues, then buy a ticket Gather your cheddar `round this world, there`s nothin` better But keep it boomin` like a system, thru any weather Stackin` my green, that`s somethin good, I`m on a mission Trappin` hard just like I should, no penny pinchin` And for the gold, we steady missin`, and reminisin` Buy some S, ain`t even hittin`, so stop yo` flippin Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know There ain`t no playin` wit my thang when you see my foe Act like ya know I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
(Flo Rida)
Its the time, its the right time Its the time, yo its the perfect time Yo, its the time, its the right time Its the time, baby baby baby I`m a single man Now lets go out and hit the town and start the minglin I`ll bag the baddest girl around and get her gigglin I`ll take her out onto the floor and get her wigglin Cuz I aint got no girlfriend, got no obligation Baby, I`m a single man...thats my situation Let me put your number in my iPhone, baby And when I call ya later, maybe I can see ya, lady (Akon) I`m finally free and I`ma get right tonight I`m finally free and I`ma get right tonight I`m so available, I`m so available So come and get me (Flo Rida) If you a single girl Up in the club lookin for love then come and bring it, girl This is the song, now turn it up and come and sing it, girl And if your man blow up your phone, turn off your ringer, girl Turn off your ringer Cuz I aint got no girlfriend, you aint got one either If you got a girlfriend, baby wont you bring her If you got a ex, leave your ex at home And if he instant message, throw away your cell phone (Akon) I`m finally free and I`ma get right tonight I`m finally free and I`ma get right tonight I`m so available, I`m so available So come and get me |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
If you like my body
Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me [Flo Rida] Heyy I like it when ya telling me to keep in touch All over ya body rub it like good luck Mama stand up shawty keep ya doin to much Hands all over me can unleash that strut Hand over the apology the freeks don't fuss Wit sound quality it's going down pretty ruff Brand new wit it all about that rush Keep tellin me to feel it and it's just my luck Ima help you make that movie Get on my job coz I like my doody Get involved I don't mind the groupies Shear dog and lemme snoopie Round of apaluse make it clap like an uzi Make a paused on the cue like Suzi Set it off to the groofy Lil mama she called I hear her I let her say Touch me baby, touch me all night long Touch me baby, ya [Flo Rida] Yeah Mimic that talk Now mimic that walk Gotta thing for my dollars and it's all my fault Let me signal that hand and break you off Yeah tell her I said got a whole lot of broads You can go hard shawty you can grab us that hat Lemme throw lyrics at the wall Lemme rump at it Jump at it Hump it at the cost Mimic that rhyme get Wynter to give a call Yeah I'm right get it on right when yall ready Hold it down for the figure yeah cmon lady You invited to the shroom party gotta fetish You decided where I groom hair ready baby All out to the spot pockets on fready I understand I do it big for the guap baby When the mama feelin hot take here to the telly I want my girls like my girls with the sell you right. Touch me baby, touch me all night long Touch me baby, ya [Flo Rida] Yeah I like your sexy I want you next to me Lets leave a legacy Got me feellin like escasty And a lil bit of jelously It's some bout your melody Right here I canopy Shawty that's definalty a felinly Oh I need to touch it that's cool I spend my paper on you And pick u up in my coupe' And make it do what it do Shawty don't get it confused You show em we can g |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
Never give up
Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant Never, never never No Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant No no no never Momma said never be a quitter Never since I was young Never been in my roots Dont let never make you a bum Never my only so she said Never beggin for crumbs If never found out your slippin Then never might be a gun Never think suicide Never steal Never lie Never run up to a gunfight and think you gone survive Never that lil 6 nuts 6 is for the flies Never become a snitch If you would rather be a quiet Never know em Never met met em Never seen that fella Never never never When they put you in that room Thats what you tell em Hell never to the law Never im a be a star Never catch me up to mar Never worry Never bury Tears on your teen jersey Keep it 42 be worthy Never go without the curry Never the greatest of all time You in a hurry Never its too early Never have no mercy Never Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant Never never never No Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant No no no never Never cross a man as far as you can throw em Never put ya fate at home Boy ya'll know em Never get in the herd Never get into church Never cook in your life Buried 6 feet under dirt Never hate Never envy others Cause they getting cake Never grind Never hustle Never see your dinner plate Never be fake Never be a snake Never play that shit dog Till they bring that pepper spray Never be scared Never hurt your head Never cause if they was killers you would already be dead Never pout Never ever have doubt Never that be the reason You still sleep on mommas couch Never brag Never be stindgy with cash Never get in for business Mind your own Take em now Never cry wolf Never daddy ma boo Never less than a survivor Never Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant Never never never No Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant No no no never Dont be slick Never silent Dont be bricks Never Get your wig split Never rob your click Never Never miss your blesses Never start second guessin Never get to heaven never cause you missed the lesson Never bite the hand that feed Never live in greed Never succeed Never doin dirty deeds Never chunk Never give up on your hope Under pressure dream big When its rough make a toast Never sell your sole Never for some dough Never diamonds Never pearls When you die Never go Never back down Never let your hat down Never see no bully Let them know your background Never cross the line Never cross your kind Everyday let it be Never worry Never toss your mind Never lose sleep Never cause you got beat Never know peace Never when you in these streets Never Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant Never never never No Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant No no no never Never never never |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
[Wynter]
Da double dee double di (x7) My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar [Flo Rida] Hey, I've got a mouth full of cavities. Sweet tooth, full of mama, like sugar to me. So my love with the lips, put a bug in the ear tone. Shawty gotta kiss, it's an emergency. Spit sprung for the taste, addicted to her gloss. Won't smile this way, baby i rub it off. Put my tongue in your face. A little mistletoe, sippin' Gram I A. I'm a fan all day. Do me that favor, cuz like your flavor. My manage behavior; I'm into your major. Sweeter so flavor, that's good for this player. My hood, now and later, throw back like a pager. pretty much, you're givin' me a sugar rush. Lil mama, give me high blood pressure when you blush. Lips feel soft as a feather when we touch, Shawty that's what's up. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar [Flo Rida] Hey, Sh Shawty would you mind, cuz I want me some. Now and later, I don't wanna have to wait, you the one. Yep! Yep! Your vision. So, so delicious. Can't help my interest, candy addiction. Wanna peace, to a piece gotta get a piece. I don't know a piece, give me all your sweets. Bottom and top lip, bout to have a sugar feast. Level with our trip, I'm a lip bitin' beast. Man for them things, all 42 teeth. Squeeze the sugar cane on your mouth, must beat. Ain't your mama slirp, stickin', usin' my tree. Like taffy but classy, get at me. I'm flyly let you know I wanna kiss. But your lips, they'll do me fine. Now baby don't trip with the juciy kind. Get, get on the grip, Girl you ain't lyin. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x |
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from Flo Rida - R.o.o.t.s. (2009)
If you love somebody
Put a light in the air From the hood to the stakes It's so incredible Fry your finger in the air Flo Rida up in here Wyclef up in here If I could I would pull it up and rewind To the time when it was just me and you Oh, how we were inseparable If I could I'd pull it up and rewind To the time before you went away Wish I could go back to yesterday If I could I'd pull it up and rewind I try sticking to the rivers that I'm used to But these tears got me searching for an inner tube Witness my homies life shorter than my inner lose Don't wanna drown in my hurt 'cause it's critical I pop champagne but still it's a damm pain Beedee I love you my sister died but it never changed My last love that we just ditched in my brain Give up the fortune and the fame to hear you say my name The ghetto rough while the doff try purple rain Lord knows I wish death never had a name Our last breath that it never had a relevate Wyclef, Flo Rida here to tell it man To the left, move, hurt for suffering I lose myself when I think about my people's slain If I could I'd rewind this whole thing If I could I would pull it up and rewind To the time when it was just me and you Oh, how we were inseparable If I could I'd pull it up and rewind To the time before you went away Wish I could go back to yesterday If I could I'd pull it up and rewind So I sit down and I had try Are you living up in this life? And I know if I could I'd pull it up and rewind If I could take yesterday and place it in my palms I anticipate the day like a school prom Promise tomorrow what you think till you lose some Big will I know heaven got the futon Face good with the man paid your dues done Wack your shows in japan with me getting drunk We had plans, plans change the new sun The Lord never leave us lonely when you lose one If I could change the past, my people wouldn't past I wish life was TiVo and you could bring it back I wish it all was remote and how the day be said I were IP use it like it's pixel flap Pull up the hood times, pull up the good times Everyday be forever when I'm puttin' down Showing off that's the truth nah If I could I would pull it up and rewind To the time when it was just me and you Oh, how we were inseparable If I could I'd pull it up and rewind To the time before you went away Wish I could go back to yesterday If I could I'd pull it up and rewind So I sit down and I had try Are you living up in this life? And I know if I could I'd pull it up and rewind If I had the gift be here I'd cure your mom from cancer Take the Breena and stuck 'em up all with answers Take the crack feen turn her into the prom queen Have her graduate suma ku la day But she so high that she's riding on drug assist Growing up like the women from the exorcist Her heart stopped in the ambulance If I could I would pull it up and rewind To the time when it was just me and you Oh, how we were inseparable If I could I'd pull it up and rewind To the time before you went away Wish I could go back to yesterday If I could I'd pull it up and rewind So I sit down and I had try Are you living up in this life? And I know if I could I'd pull it up and rewind |
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from Exile - THE HURRICANE ~FIREWORKS [single] (2009)
駆け抜けてく風と光を手繰って
(카케누케테쿠카제토히카리오타굿테) 달려 지나가는 바람과 빛을 끌어당겨 たくさんのドアをくぐり抜けた (타쿠상노도아오쿠구리누케타) 수많은 문을 빠져 나왔어 いつの間にか積み重なってく MY STYLE (이츠노마니카츠미카사낫테쿠) 어느샌가 겹쳐 쌓여가는 昔の自分を超えて行けるかが KEY (무카시노지분오코에테유케루카가) 예전의 날 뛰어 넘을 수 있을까? 가 そう運命なんて足かせはずして (소우운메이난테아시카세하즈시테) 그래, 운명이란 족쇠를 벗고 胸張って歩んで行く MY WAY (무네핫테아윤데유쿠) 가슴을 피고 걸어나가는 OPEN THE NEXT DOOR 次の扉開けたら (츠키노토비라아케타라) 다음 문을 연다면 AND THEN TAKE THE FLOOR カギに託すから (카기니타쿠스카라) 열쇠에 의존하니까 たどった過去 (타돗타카코) 도달한 과거 LET IT PASS, LET IT PASS IT ON TO THE FUTURE 不確かでも (후타시카데모) 불확실해도 つらくても (츠라쿠테모) 괴로워도 この手の中で自分だけのエンブレム (코노테노나카데지분다케노엔브레무) 이 손 안에 나만의 emblem 光り輝かせるために (히카리카가야카세루타메니) 빛을 찬란히 하기 위해서 OPEN THE DOOR!!! 進み続けてく意味を問い続ける (스스미츠즈케테쿠이미오토이츠즈케루) 계속 나아가는 의미를 물어가 歩き疲れても JUST CAN'T LOSE MY WAY (아루키츠카레테모) 걷기 힘들어져도 瞬きする間が惜しくなってゆく (마바타키스루마가쿠야시쿠낫테유쿠) 눈깜빡하는 틈이 헛되게 되어가 強くなるため全てを追い風に変えて (츠요쿠나루타메스베테오오이카제니카에테) 강해지기 위해 모든 걸 순풍으로 바꾸며 あきらめたくない I WANNA GIVE IT A TRY (아키라메타쿠나이) 포기하고 싶지 않아 傷つく事に後悔はしない (키즈츠쿠코토니코우카이와시나이) 상처입을 때 후회는 하지 않아 OPEN THE NEXT DOOR 次の扉開けたら (츠키노토비라아케타라) 다음 문을 연다면 AND THEN TAKE THE FLOOR カギに託すから (카기니타쿠스카라) 열쇠에 의존하니까 たどった過去 (타돗타카코) 도달한 과거 LET IT PASS, LET IT PASS IT ON TO THE FUTURE 不確かでも (후타시카데모) 불확실해도 つらくても (츠라쿠테모) 괴로워도 この手の中で自分だけのエンブレム (코노테노나카데지분다케노엔브레무) 이 손 안에 나만의 emblem 光り輝かせるために (히카리카가야카세루타메니) 빛을 찬란히 하기 위해서 OPEN THE DOOR!!! 耳を澄ましたら聞こえてくる (미미오스마시타라키코에테쿠루) 귀를 귀울이면 들려와 “YOU CAN STOP IT” ささやいてる ANOTHER MYSELF (사사야이테루) 속삭이고 있는 弱さ見せたら終わり (요와사미세타라오와리) 약점을 보이면 종료 HOW I DO MAKE MYSELF LIKE THIS 探し続ける (사가시츠즈케루) 계속 찾아나가 OPEN THE NEXT DOOR 次の扉開けたら (츠키노토비라아케타라) 다음 문을 연다면 AND THEN TAKE THE FLOOR カギに託すから (카기니타쿠스카라) 열쇠에 의존하니까 たどった過去 (타돗타카코) 도달한 과거 LET IT PASS, LET IT PASS IT ON TO THE FUTURE 不確かでも (후타시카데모) 불확실해도 つらくても (츠라쿠테모) 괴로워도 OPEN THE DOOR!!! |
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from Lady Gaga - Fame (2008)
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track Groove slam, work it back Filter that, baby bump that track Groove slam, work it back Space Cowboy just play that track Gaga in the room, so starstruck Cherry cherry cherry cherry, boom boom Rollin' up to the club on the weekend Stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin' Fantasize on the track that you're tweakin' Blow my heart up Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader Run it back with original flavor Queue me up, I'm the twelve on your table I'm so starstruck So starstruck, baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? Baby now that we're alone, got a request Would you make me number one on your playlist? Got your dirty headphones with the left side on Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth, uhuh Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader Run it back with original flavor Put the breakdown first Up into the chorus to the verse, bick a bick a reverse So starstruck, baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? Hey, lived all my life really, really is that him? I haven't seen here before, and she got all them big rims It's it like cash flow, my baby don't trip Should shawty say hand over your signature right here Like a just a dotted line, and I'm supposed to sign How she add it up, a fanatic and I think it's going down She's so starstruck, the gal all stuck I shoulda had an overdose on too many Starbucks Ain't neva seen a balla, paper that stack taller Stunna soon let the top back on that Chevy impala Hummers and all that fully loaded with two ballers What do you call that when you're shawty with two daughters? But that's another chapter, slow lover bachelor I don't know me, that's part of the baby actor Complete swagger, there go the dagger Got what she want, shawty happily ever after I'm so starstruck, baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? Groove slam, work it back Filter that, baby bump that track Groove slam, work it back Filter that, baby bump that track Groove slam, work it back Filter that, baby bump that track Groove slam, work it back Filter that, baby bump that track Baby now that we're alone, got a request Would you make me number one on your playlist? Got your dirty headphones with the left side on Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth, uhuh Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader Run it back with original flavor Put the breakdown first Up into the chorus to the verse, I'm so, I'm so Starstruck, baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so, I'm so |
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from D. J. Laz - Move Shake Drop Remix (2008)
We gonna shut em down
Ya'll thought we killed em with the last one? EEEOOWWWW REMIXX Casely, DB, Diaz Brothers, flo rida, Poboy, Pitbull, DJ Laz [Chorus:] I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say) Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop [Flo-Rida, PoBoy:] Flo rida- dj laz- Poooo boy EYYYY I wanna see you move Shake it, drop it shorty, lil mama got the body Uh-huh Slim waste, that apple bottoms she got Make it look good all in my face I like when they loose, patron get abused DJ Laz got them on pimp juice She bringing it back, throwin it around for niggas stacks I think I'll give her the cash, do what she do with her- Ask me what if I think Shorty fine damn right I'm about to lose my mind. So stacked know how to make they body wind, grind, I wanna press rewind Now give it to me one time, give it to me two time Flo Rida must say I like with them freaks Get Lucy Lo to the floor in them jeans Ay baby, tig ol' bitties Baby Bree When I'm in the club with DJ L-A-Z [Chorus:] I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say) Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop [Casely:] Hey Laz I got you homie Girl you lookin for a stunna, come here hunny Yes I wanna see you in the back, (yeah) you know where I'm at (yeah) Girl you lookin for a stunna, yes I wanna We could do freaky things right in the back, shake your ass like that, that, that, that. Girl I'm trying to think of just what to say Lookin at your body justs hurts my brain When you do that d-d-double bound Baby I ain't playin around Do your thang girl, work your skillz on my lap Just turn around and let me smack, smack, smack, smack [Chorus:] I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say) Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop [Pitbull:] I got 1's, 5's, 10's, 20's I got them 50's Got them 100's baby I got plenty, I wanna see ya work (work) that pole 'till 'till 'till you get sweaty I wanna hit it from (from) the back I promise your like if if you let me [Hook:] Cause I like booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties [Chorus:] I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say) Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop [DJ Laz:] Move it to the dance floor Make that body work girl Don't be scared, shake that thang We got plenty of cash girl You (you) call your friends, and I (I) call my friends and We can do that thang in the back (back) of the benz girl [Hook:] Cause I like booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties [Chorus:] I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy said) Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say) Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop [Stripper:] Shake (shake) my ass ass Show (show) my thong thong Do (do) my thang thang Ain't nothing wrong. Ain't nothing wrong. Shake (shake) my ass ass Show (show) my thong thong Do (do) my thang thang Ain't nothing wrong. Ain't nothing wrong. [Hook:] Cause I like booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties [Chorus:] I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say) Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy said) Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say) Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop [Chorus: Outro] Move move shake shake now drop Move move shake shake now drop Move move shake shake now drop (I like, I like) Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop |
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from Flo Rida - Right Round [single] (2009)
You spin my head right round right round
when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down Hey hopped out of that house with my swagger hop in that with girl i got places to go people to see, time is precious I look at my crowd and they out of control Just like my mind where I’m going No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role I like my jewelry, that’s always on gold I know the storm is comin my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower Call up my homies that’s home Then pop in the night cuz it’s meant to be ours We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin it’s platinum patron that be ours Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down Shawty must know I’m not playin My money love her like a numba one fan Don’t look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans My Benjamin Franklin A couple of grands, I got rubber bands My paper planes makin a dance Get dirty all night, that’s part of my thing Keep building castles that’s made out of sand She’s amazing, the fire blazing Hotter than Cajun Girl won’t you move a lil closer? Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage That body belong on a poster I’m in a daze, that bottom is wavin’ at me Like damn it I know you You wanna show like a gun out of holster Tell me whatever and I’ll be your roper You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down I’m spendin my money I’m out of control Somebody help me She’s takin my bank roll. But I’m king of the club And I’m wearin the crown Poppin these bottles Touchin these models Watchin they asses go down down down down, down down ........... You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down |
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from Jadyn Maria - Good Girls Like Bad Boys (2009)
You're not exactly the guy I can bring home to my mama but what she don't know won't hurt her You're so controlling so demanding like to take advantage of me But I don't mind no sir You get under my skin such a sweet sin Just like a disease that keeps on keeps on eating at me I know good and well you're good for nothin They say you don't deserve me but it really don't disturb me Why do all good girls like the bad boys one more doing thing I guess I'm back here again Tell me why the bad guys catches my eye I know that your a villian but I can't stop this feelin' what you wand good girls like the bad boys I know that you're a villian but I can't stop this feelin' no You're cocky and it's workin' show them domestic and it's perfect Must be something wrong with me I used to think that you was wrong but now I see how i was wrong because took control of me You get under my skin such a sweet sin Just like a disease that keeps on keeps on eating at me I know good and well you're good for nothing They say you don't deserve me but it really don't disturb me Why do all good girls like the bad boys one more doing are thing I guess I'm back here again Tell me why the girls eye catches my eye I know that your a villian but I can't stop this feelin' what you want good girls like the bad boys I know that you're a villian but I can't stop this feelin' no Why do all good girls like the bad boys like one more doing thing I guess I'm back here again Tell me why the bad guys catches my eye I know that your a villian but I can't stop this feelin' no What you want good girls like the bad boys I know that your a villian but I can't stop this feelin' no |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
Ay, ay, ay
Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh Ooh, woo, ohh, ohh, ohh I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Chillin' with two women, me and mister thanksgiving I'll be some where fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimming While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling Of course I'm shit on these niggas like porcelain It's more than love with this money I'm infatuated Captivated by the diamonds and capsulated Shooting range in the basement, Olympic size pool With pool table adjacent, I love me some money I stash money fast money Comin' on bumpin' them onions Bunking and crossing the country So, so don't cross me you monkey Sleeping on 50s and 20 Rollin' up onions and hundreds, pulling in porches And phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties Drama and cannon demand it Gucci and Drama they panic Ugh, they sick they vomit Put some more commas in front of it Drama got Gucci he stuntin' Gucci and Drama we done it We got so much money, 'bout our money Some money mo' money, dummy I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money Uh, money gotta big house, money got a bad girl Money make you famous, money rule the whole world Money set trends, money is in the Benz Money got associates acting like friends Money, money he owe money money he blow Money got sexy ladies dancing on da pole Money got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold Money make 'em shake it like Beyonce Knowles Only God knows the things I do for money That's a young fly man Check out them dimensions, 20s, 50s and 100s Don't you make me look good when you see us out stuntin'? Catch a whif, find out that's yo' bitch Catch her pushin' your wheel, then the go and pushing clips She got me going crazy I'm coo coo for boucoup bucks Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I love I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I'm 'bout my instrument, I'm 'bout my doe I'm on my hustle (Man) You already know. I'm getting stacks, I'm hitting lick I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks You got them [unverified], I gotta laugh You talking Oz but selling halves Where your connect? How much you got? That's all he holdin'? Man, I buy him out I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money I, I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money) I, I, I, I gotta have it I, I, I, I got the love for money |
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from Music from Gossip Girl: American TV Drama Collection Vol.2 (2009)
You spin my head right round right round
when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down Hey hopped out of that house with my swagger hop in that with girl i got places to go people to see, time is precious I look at my crowd and they out of control Just like my mind where I’m going No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role I like my jewelry, that’s always on gold I know the storm is comin my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower Call up my homies that’s home Then pop in the night cuz it’s meant to be ours We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin it’s platinum patron that be ours Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down Shawty must know I’m not playin My money love her like a numba one fan Don’t look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans My Benjamin Franklin A couple of grands, I got rubber bands My paper planes makin a dance Get dirty all night, that’s part of my thing Keep building castles that’s made out of sand She’s amazing, the fire blazing Hotter than Cajun Girl won’t you move a lil closer? Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage That body belong on a poster I’m in a daze, that bottom is wavin’ at me Like damn it I know you You wanna show like a gun out of holster Tell me whatever and I’ll be your roper You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down I’m spendin my money I’m out of control Somebody help me She’s takin my bank roll. But I’m king of the club And I’m wearin the crown Poppin these bottles Touchin these models Watchin they asses go down down down down, down down ........... You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down |
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from Flo Rida - Low [single] (2008)
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 With thestraps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy 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 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 With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy 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 thats three grand What you think I'm play in 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 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 With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy 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 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 With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low come on |
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from Jessica Mauboy - Running Back (Bonus Track Version) [single] (2009)
These days you barely even say my name Like you don't really feel the same I'm wondering whats to blame These nights i fall asleep wondering where you are It feels like we're falling apart And its only breaking my heart Cause if being with you means being alone And never knowing when you're coming home Then i guess im better off on my own But i cant move on Cause that makes forgetting, forgetting everything we've had Instead i keep coming, keep coming, i keep running back Cause i keep forgetting, forgetting you treat me so bad So i keep coming, keep coming, i keep running back My friends say that i should leave you behind And stop wasting all my time They tell me that i am out of my mind But i know that what we both share is real And i've been willing to deal With the way that you're making me feel Cause if being with you means being alone And never knowing when you're coming home Then i guess im better off on my own But i cant move on Cause that makes me forgetting, forgetting everything we've had Instead i keep coming, keep coming, i keep running back Cause i keep forgetting, forgetting you treat me so bad So i keep coming, keep coming, i keep running back Ma ma ma mama caught up We done all heard the same story Just different authors this book crazy Always a lady looking for love where there's a lame They might could be together They fight to be together Aight to be together Shorty yeah he cheated You say you don't need it Turn around and leave it Oh he back next week Fuss...Fight And then the whole thing repeat like nothing ever happened Dat was just rapping No publishing Shorty you knew that he don't got the same government Lil mama can't move on But it's her fault she struggling She can't...move...on But i cant move on Cause that means forgetting, forgetting everything we've had I keep coming, keep coming, keep coming back I keep running back to you |
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from Alexandra Burke - Bad Boys [single] (2009)
Alexandra, girl, I know what you like
Some people call them players But I'm far from terrified "Cause somehow I'm drawn to danger And have been all of my life It feels my heart's divided Half way between wrong and right I know I'm playing with fire But I don't know why Yeah, the bad boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always spining my mind Even though I know they're no good for me It's the risk I take for the chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye Ooh, bad boys Sone think It's conplicated But they're straight up fun for me I don't need no explanation It's nothing more than what you see here My heart still feels dibided Halfway between wrong and right I know I'm playing with fire But I don't know why Yeah, the bad boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always apining my mind Even though I know they're no good for me It's the risk I take for the chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye I know you want me shawty 'cause I'm a (bad boy) Hey s-shawty cant help it she so, so Addicted to them rougher fellas With even the alphabet She only sings the crooked letters Let mama take all the risks For that chemistry, she like them tougher than leather Not even the paws, it's more like a mama bee Out lost that's on the reg'lar By any mean necessary girl She likes them ruthless, that's my world It's not the news it's what I heard To get them more the merrier It's not a big surprise I know them bad boys catch your eyes Look at her walk shawty, don't worry you fly Yeah, the bad boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always spinning my mind Even though I know they;re no good for me It's the risk I take for the chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye Yeah, the bad boys are always cpinning my mind I said the bad boyhs are always catching my eye Bad boys, bad boys |
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from V.I.P. (2009)
You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down Hey, walk out that house with my swagger Hop in there with dough, I got places to go! People to see, time is precious I looked at my cotty, are ya out of control? Just like my mind where I'm goin' No women, no shawties, no nothin' but clothes No stoppin' now, my Pirellis on roll I like my jewelry that's always on whoa I know the storm is comin' My pockets keep tellin' me it's gonna shower Call up my homies, it's on Then pop in the next 'cause this mix'll be ours We keep a fade-away shot 'Cause we ballin' it's Platinum Patron that be ours Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers Girl you the drink with all that goodie powers You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin' my money around Ain't nothin' more beautiful to be found It's goin' down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin' my money around Ain't nothin' more beautiful to be found It's goin' down down Hey, shawty must know I'm the man My money love her like her number one fan Don't open my mouth, let her talk to my fans My Benjamin Franklins A couple of grands, I got rubber bands My paper planes makin' her dance Get dirty all night, that's part of my plan We buildin' castles that's made out of sand She's amazin', fire blazin' Hotter than Cajun, girl won't you move a lil' closer? Time to get paid, it's maximum wage That body belong on a poster I'm in a daze, that bottom is wavin' at me Like, "Damn it, I know you" You wanna shoot like a gun out of holster Tell me whatever and I'll be your gopher You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin' my money around Ain't nothin' more beautiful to be found It's goin' down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin' my money around Ain't nothin' more beautiful to be found It's goin' down down Yeah, I'm spendin' my money, I'm out of control Somebody help me she takin' my bank roll But I'm king of the club and I'm wearin' the crown Poppin' these bottles, touchin' these models Watchin' they asses go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down |
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from V.I.P. (2009)
Mmmmmmmm Let me talk to 'em Let me talk to 'em Mmmmmmm 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 looking at her She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey) She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low I ain't never seen something that'll make me go This crazy all night spending my doe Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go Them birthday cakes they stole the show So sexual She was flexible professional Drinking X&O Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa Did her thing seen shawty get low Ain't the same when it's up that close Make it rain I'm making it snow Work the pole I gotta bank roll I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes I'm in to that I love women exposed She threw it back at me I gave her mo Cash ain't a problem I know where it go Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans) Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was looking at her She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey) She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low [Flo-Rida] Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown Patron 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 playing baby girl I'm the man I'm dealing rubber bands That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders I knew it was over That heny and Cola got me like a soldier She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her So lucky on me I was just like clover Shawty was hot like a toaster Sorry but I had to fold her Like a pornography poster She showed her Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans) Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was looking at her She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey) She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money Little mama took my cash And I ain't want it back The way she bent that back Got all them paper stacks Tattoo above her crack I had to handle that I was zoned in sexy woman Let me show it make me want it Two in the morning I'm zoned in Them rosee bottles foaming She wouldn't stop Made it drop Shawty dipped that pop and lock Had to break her off that guap Gal was fine just like my glock Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans) Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was looking at her She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey) She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
Yeah she got with alone
Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman party shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly ride fly I'm stuntin' stay high Straight G just like that Throw 100 bounce right back Red hot hard top Cash money hard knock Bently frame drop top 50 G's the bottles pop Iced out so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up life of a G count that 5 Starred Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her 250 on the dash yeah i'm livin fast yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her I wanna be all over your body like it my in tattoos baby I have to I ain't playin You drivin me crazy Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her |
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from Alexandra Burke - Overcome (2009)
Flo Rida
Alexandra Girl I know what you like Oh oh Hey yeah Some people call them players But I'm far from terrified Cos somehow I'm drawn to danger And have been all of my life It feels my heart's divided Half way 'tween wrong and right I know I'm playing with fire But I don't know why Yeah the bad boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always spinning my mind Even though I know they're no good for me It's the risk I take for the chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye Oooooh bad boys Some think it's complicated But they're straight up fun for me I don't need no explanation It's nothing more than what you see here My heart still feels divided Halfway 'tween wrong and right I know I'm playing with fire But I don't know why Yeah the Bad Boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always spinning my mind Even though I know they're no good for me It's the risk I take for the chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye I know you want me shawty cos I'm a bad boy Hey shawty can't help it she so so addicted to them rougher fellas With even the alphabet she only sings the crooked letters Let mamma take all the risks For that chemistry she like them tougher than leather By any means necessary girl She likes them ruthless that's my world It's not the news it's what I heard To get them more the merrier It's not a big surprise I know them bad boys catch your eyes Look at her walk when I go in disguise You'll have them shawty don't worry you fly Yeah the Bad Boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always spinning my mind Even though I know they're no good for me It's the risk I take chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye Yeah the Bad Boys are always spinning my mind I said the Bad Boys are always catching my eye Bad boys bad boys |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Chorus]
I know you got a man, man, man but tell me what your man, man, man got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh I know you got a girl, girl, girl but tell me what your girl, girl, girl got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh [Ludacris] Listen, I know you got a man, but your man ain't Luda so please don't let him fool ya cos the nigga don't really know how to do ya who's your daddy rolling all up in the caddy sun roof top with the diamond in the back coming to get some of the bomb in the sack like a bomb in Iraq Imma come and attack every inch of your body after the after party and then on to the hotel lobby riding me like a Ducatti faster than a Bugatti Im like whoa Kimosabe Good golly shortie a freak or she been practising Pilates I'm probably just stripping tongue sk-skipping like a track broke but if she think I'm fronting just wait til she see my back stroke haa, I be your side piece but whats our future plans cause I be on ya like DAMNNN [Chorus] [Flo Rida] Hey, ok ok, so thats your mans and 'em I aint tellin you to cancel him do do your thing, look shorty I gotta respect your answer 'em them there's your boyfirend, I just wanna be your toy friend your other other man not not your lo-lo-lover man, undercover man how many rubber man's would it take for you lil mama to be apart of my plan what do you need in advance, I can see both of us showing in France I can look back at your thong in my hand Louis Vuitton no more Donna Karen couple of stacks so what is you saying like Denzel Washington "My Man" I don't wanna hear no mo' more bout him what it gotta do with me you grown ass woman I'm a grown ass man so we both know a lot about the birds and the bee's hold on shorty lets conversate, conjugate, constipate get stuck on each other, you coming up outta your lingerie, hey I know you got a man [Chorus] [Ludacris] Nada, nada, not a damn thing he wouldn't know what to do if he tried it and I ain't hating, you need some room to breathe and I can be your ventilation you need a lil lovin' just a lil stimulation a hug a lil kissing and then a lil penetration give it to you like you never had it before and you aint never gon think about his ass again lips, hips, eyes, thighs here I'm gon have to give that ass a ten and they can get a five even though one of them kinda fine but ain't none of them got nothing on you you so lets go somewhere to dine and sip some expensive wine later on tell me what we gon do do we gon bump and we gon grind so good it should be a crime and next time tell your friends to come too, too. [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Chorus]
I know you got a man, man, man but tell me what your man, man, man got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh I know you got a girl, girl, girl but tell me what your girl, girl, girl got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh got to do with me me me uh oh uh oh oh [Ludacris] Listen, I know you got a man, but your man ain't Luda so please don't let him fool ya cos the nigga don't really know how to do ya who's your daddy rolling all up in the caddy sun roof top with the diamond in the back coming to get some of the bomb in the sack like a bomb in Iraq Imma come and attack every inch of your body after the after party and then on to the hotel lobby riding me like a Ducatti faster than a Bugatti Im like whoa Kimosabe Good golly shortie a freak or she been practising Pilates I'm probably just stripping tongue sk-skipping like a track broke but if she think I'm fronting just wait til she see my back stroke haa, I be your side piece but whats our future plans cause I be on ya like DAMNNN [Chorus] [Flo Rida] Hey, ok ok, so thats your mans and 'em I aint tellin you to cancel him do do your thing, look shorty I gotta respect your answer 'em them there's your boyfirend, I just wanna be your toy friend your other other man not not your lo-lo-lover man, undercover man how many rubber man's would it take for you lil mama to be apart of my plan what do you need in advance, I can see both of us showing in France I can look back at your thong in my hand Louis Vuitton no more Donna Karen couple of stacks so what is you saying like Denzel Washington "My Man" I don't wanna hear no mo' more bout him what it gotta do with me you grown ass woman I'm a grown ass man so we both know a lot about the birds and the bee's hold on shorty lets conversate, conjugate, constipate get stuck on each other, you coming up outta your lingerie, hey I know you got a man [Chorus] [Ludacris] Nada, nada, not a damn thing he wouldn't know what to do if he tried it and I ain't hating, you need some room to breathe and I can be your ventilation you need a lil lovin' just a lil stimulation a hug a lil kissing and then a lil penetration give it to you like you never had it before and you aint never gon think about his ass again lips, hips, eyes, thighs here I'm gon have to give that ass a ten and they can get a five even though one of them kinda fine but ain't none of them got nothing on you you so lets go somewhere to dine and sip some expensive wine later on tell me what we gon do do we gon bump and we gon grind so good it should be a crime and next time tell your friends to come too, too. [Chorus] |
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from G드래곤 - Shine A Light [live] (2010)
Flo Rida YG family G Dragon Holla at him You are my heart breaker DJ YG Let me take this over hey 나도 어디가서 꿀리지 않아 사람 맘갖고 저울질 하지 마라 더 말할 것 없어 너와 나 벌써 떠나간 사랑인 줄 알면서 니 옆에서 꿇은 무릎 회수 그 순간이 that's who i hate you 여기까지만 이제 안녕 또 안녕 Flo Flo Flo Rida and G G G Dragon 내가 아무리 잡아도 눈물을 보여도 사랑한다는 거짓말은 참아줘 돌아선 남자의 가슴은 냉 버려진 여자의 머리는 휑 차가운 새벽 찬바람은 쌩 it's over you know what i mean No no no no no no no Yo ma heart heart heart heart heartbraker 내가 뭘 잘못 했는지 Yo ma heart heart heart heart heartbraker No way No way 네가 날 떠나간데도 난 인정 못 한다고 잘 사나보자고 지긋지긋지긋해 삐걱삐걱삐걱돼 내 사랑이 비굴해 No way Flo Rida Talk to me hey i know everybody ain't perfect baby what did i do to deserve this no way you making me nervous why can't we both be clowns in the circus like why did i open the curtain baby you my heart should be circuiting i knew i was allergic i need a surgen cuz your the only other person guess it was part of the plan we've been each other i don't understand what are you lover your permanent man there won't be another that can do what i can if i were a devil i will give you a hand but for all the trouble why do it again what kind of a devil just being your friend after this trouble my heart needs a mend again again again Yo ma heart heart heart heart heartbraker 내가 뭘 잘못 했는지 Yo ma heart heart heart heart heartbraker No way No way 네가 날 떠나간데도 난 인정 못 한다고 잘 사나보자고 지긋지긋지긋해 삐걱삐걱삐걱돼 내 사랑이 비굴해 I'll still still be there 꺼진 네 전화기에 I'll still still be there 네 집앞 편지함에 난 아직도 그래 이젠 남이라 해도 I will still be there baby 그대 없이 죽을 것만 같아 네 앞에 보인 내 모습은 내가 아닌걸 미안해 나를 위해 다시 한 번 take my hand 널 기다리고 있는데 Yo ma heart heart heart heart heartbraker 내가 뭘 잘못 했는지 Yo ma heart heart heart heart heartbraker No way No way you are my h heart breaker you are my h heart breaker breaker h e a r t baby broken heart no way i'm out |
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from Kevin Rudolf - To The Sky (2010)
You make the rain fall
‘Cause you’re so beautiful that it’s painful Yeah, you told me that you were an angel But I already know what you came for You make the rain fall Well, your eyes are so deceiving Deadly as a loaded gun Your words are so misleading You tell me I’m the only one And it feels so good tonight But it gets me every time And I - I know I’ll never change my ways But every single night I pray You make the rain fall ‘Cause you’re so beautiful that it’s painful Yeah, you told me that you were an angel But I already know what you came for You make the rain fall Hey, this girl make the rain drop Giving me pain in the same spot Go in my pockets, my wallet, I got it She gettin my dollars the same waup Umbrella’s lit up on the same block The weather keeps pouring; This dame’s hot Lil’ mamma handle herself on the pole I can throw some more fish off the same dock Clouds over my head Thunder and lightening She flashing for bread She make a storm, I’m already prepared Who do I want, ’cause I cut the checks Shorty, she more the Jacuzzi with jets They use a mop for this when it’s wet They stop the drizzle, I walk on the set I got the bar, girl, I’m telling you… You make the rain fall ‘Cause you’re so beautiful that it’s painful Yeah, you told me that you were an angel But I already know what you came for You make the rain fall You make the rain fall ‘Cause you’re so beautiful that it’s painful Yeah, you told me that you were an angel But I already know what you came for You make the rain fall And I want you bad So I stand in line You tell me the lies To keep me up all night And I don’t even know your name But every night I pray Yeah…. You make the rain fall You make the rain fall You make the rain fall ‘Cause you’re so beautiful that it’s painful Yeah, you told me that you were an angel But I already know what you came for You make the rain fall You make the rain fall ‘Cause you’re so beautiful that it’s painful Yeah, you told me that you were an angel But I already know what you came for You make the rain fall You make the rain fall You make the rain fall You make the rain fall |
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from Step Up 3D [single, ost] (2010)
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) (Haha! Can't nothin' handle me right now!) (I see you D. Guetta... Lets get 'em!) Hey! I own the light and I don't need no help! Gotta be the feeling that Scarface felt Stuntin go wild, can't handle this plan! Life of the club, arrogant like yeah! Top like money, so the girls just melt One too many, all know me like twelve Look like cash and they all just stare Bottles, models, standin' on chairs! Fall out 'cause that's the business All out, it's so ridic-lous Zone out, so much attention Scream out, I'm in the building (hey!) They watchin', I know this! I'm rockin', I'm rolling! I'm holding, I know it! You know it! You know I know how To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) Hey! Still feelin' myself, I'm like outta control Can't stop now, more shots, let's go! Ten more rounds, can I get a Kato? Paparazzi trying to make me pose Came to party till I can't no more Celebrate, 'cause that's all I know! Tip the groupies takin' off their clothes Grand finale like super bowl Go, hard! I run the show That's right, wild, I've got money to blow More lights, more ice, when I walk in the door No hype, do it big all over the globe Yeah! I said it! Go tell it! Confetti! Who ready? I'm ready! You ready? Lets get it! You know I know how To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) You got me watchin' now (yeah!) Got my attention now (yeah!) Got everybody in the club wanting to know now I am a ladies man Come and be my lady and We can both zone out! Bring ya body here, let me switch up your atmosphere I'll take you outta the club and up in my new lim' Fly you around the world (What)'chu want, baby girl? Are you ready to go now You know I know how To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo, putch'yo hands up!) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Let's celebrate now!!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) You know who shut it down |
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from Step Up 3D (스텝 업 3D) [ost] (2010)
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) (Haha! Can't nothin' handle me right now!) (I see you D. Guetta... Lets get 'em!) Hey! I own the light and I don't need no help! Gotta be the feeling that Scarface felt Stuntin go wild, can't handle this plan! Life of the club, arrogant like yeah! Top like money, so the girls just melt One too many, all know me like twelve Look like cash and they all just stare Bottles, models, standin' on chairs! Fall out 'cause that's the business All out, it's so ridic-lous Zone out, so much attention Scream out, I'm in the building (hey!) They watchin', I know this! I'm rockin', I'm rolling! I'm holding, I know it! You know it! You know I know how To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) Hey! Still feelin' myself, I'm like outta control Can't stop now, more shots, let's go! Ten more rounds, can I get a Kato? Paparazzi trying to make me pose Came to party till I can't no more Celebrate, 'cause that's all I know! Tip the groupies takin' off their clothes Grand finale like super bowl Go, hard! I run the show That's right, wild, I've got money to blow More lights, more ice, when I walk in the door No hype, do it big all over the globe Yeah! I said it! Go tell it! Confetti! Who ready? I'm ready! You ready? Lets get it! You know I know how To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) You got me watchin' now (yeah!) Got my attention now (yeah!) Got everybody in the club wanting to know now I am a ladies man Come and be my lady and We can both zone out! Bring ya body here, let me switch up your atmosphere I'll take you outta the club and up in my new lim' Fly you around the world (What)'chu want, baby girl? Are you ready to go now You know I know how To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo, putch'yo hands up!) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Let's celebrate now!!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) You know who shut it down |
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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
You spin my head right round right round
when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down Hey hopped out of that house with my swagger hop in that with girl i got places to go people to see, time is precious I look at my crowd and they out of control Just like my mind where I’m going No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role I like my jewelry, that’s always on gold I know the storm is comin my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower Call up my homies that’s home Then pop in the night cuz it’s meant to be ours We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin it’s platinum patron that be ours Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down Shawty must know I’m not playin My money love her like a numba one fan Don’t look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans My Benjamin Franklin A couple of grands, I got rubber bands My paper planes makin a dance Get dirty all night, that’s part of my thing Keep building castles that’s made out of sand She’s amazing, the fire blazing Hotter than Cajun Girl won’t you move a lil closer? Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage That body belong on a poster I’m in a daze, that bottom is wavin’ at me Like damn it I know you You wanna show like a gun out of holster Tell me whatever and I’ll be your roper You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down I’m spendin my money I’m out of control Somebody help me She’s takin my bank roll. But I’m king of the club And I’m wearin the crown Poppin these bottles Touchin these models Watchin they asses go down down down down, down down ........... You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down |
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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
You spin my head right round right round
when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down Hey hopped out of that house with my swagger hop in that with girl i got places to go people to see, time is precious I look at my crowd and they out of control Just like my mind where I’m going No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role I like my jewelry, that’s always on gold I know the storm is comin my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower Call up my homies that’s home Then pop in the night cuz it’s meant to be ours We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin it’s platinum patron that be ours Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down Shawty must know I’m not playin My money love her like a numba one fan Don’t look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans My Benjamin Franklin A couple of grands, I got rubber bands My paper planes makin a dance Get dirty all night, that’s part of my thing Keep building castles that’s made out of sand She’s amazing, the fire blazing Hotter than Cajun Girl won’t you move a lil closer? Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage That body belong on a poster I’m in a daze, that bottom is wavin’ at me Like damn it I know you You wanna show like a gun out of holster Tell me whatever and I’ll be your roper You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down I’m spendin my money I’m out of control Somebody help me She’s takin my bank roll. But I’m king of the club And I’m wearin the crown Poppin these bottles Touchin these models Watchin they asses go down down down down, down down ........... You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
(Lil Wayne)
Look at me bitch Look at me bitch Look at me bitch American superstar.. Be an American Superstar, they're rich: (Flo-Rida) I got guns for the snitches Roses for the bitches Hop up out the whip paparazzi takin pictures (Lil Wayne) I got guns for the snitches And roses for the bitches Hoppin out the whip paparazzi takin pictures x2 Heavy metal when i'm ballin ? got an appetite for destruction you can call me axel ask me bout what a n##### done done ask me bout what a n##### do will? ask me bout where the bricks come from that's what a snitch n##### do that tell i don't want nothin to do with that bill? if it's selected i'm bringin them shells only position for me is a player that's right playa better get it right playa ...emergency ...i'm blowin my trees come on my nerve, no regular me no somebody shorty with me on my knees i'm ready if it's a problem she sexy flo-rida holla come test me get that .. get messy just like a mobster my broads deserve lobster ...deserve choppas you serve like jimmy hopper american showstopper (chorus) x2 (Lil Wayne) Young moolah baby I got money on money on money on money on top of more money on top of my shit like flies open that ferrari f 5 like eyes up and down ocean drive jumpin up out that maybach with a bitch way back to tease them thighs she got a tattoo on her booty and it say 305 DJ Khaled say it's a movie now don't forget your lines, Cause you dont want me to edit before we roll the credits bitch give me my credit i'm so energetic i'm f**kin like a rabbit smokin on lettuce whatever i want i get it i meant it if i said it and i say i keep it pumpin i aint talkin unletted if you want it come get it cause boy i'm ready i get that fast fetty they should call me tom petty got two bitches one peanut butter one jelly i'm a american gangster already (chorus) x2 (Lil Wayne) I'm an american superstar yeahhhh. I'm an american superstar yeahhh. baby I'm an american superstar hahaha |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
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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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
[Intro: Yung Joc]
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus 1: Yung Joc] I`m in the club Kush got it burning up I`m poppin` bottles and I`m fucking up their furniture I`m in the club, DJ gon` turn it up Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture [Chorus 2: Yung Joc] All my niggaz gettin money Don`t know how to act (x3) Dirty goons and we stuntin Don`t know how to act (x3) Got a whole lotta O Don`t know how to act (x3) Yeah my pockets on swoll Don`t know how to act (x3) [Flo Rida] Hey, wipin` my pumps, poppin` that Dom, pardon melange show stoppin`, no flockin`, I`m about to perform Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm I`m project, I`m ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm Cold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash Blue with my swag, that`s that Gucci duffle bag Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack Well cause I`m young gettin` money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac`s I`m in the club with my King Johnny`s them diamonds is black Shorty she lovin` my tattoos ingrained on my back Muggin` and thuggin` the trap crew we step like Da Brat Married the rubberbands, hustlin`, hustlin` Got a squad gutter man, so we musclin`, musclin` Security guard, touch the clan, then we, tusslin`, tusslin` Tear apart, hit the fan, now they runnin` and duckin` [Chorus 1 + 2] [Flo Rida] Hey, 20 bottles or better I`m comin` in the club and I`m standin` on ya on the tootise leather I gotta be fly, Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather So hood, so hot, so what? Security wanna ban my record Some fools on this ?? open up on the Oprah Winfrey show is no pressure My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollaz come with propellars Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin` paper is pleasure Homie don`t you f`n with heffers that square me up like checkers And I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress her Meet uncle fester, ballin`, my shawties they hot as peppers Don`t know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddar Down for whatever, hey! I`m a donut nigga like glazed On a couch like this my stage Get money, don`t get a nigga paid in Dade... They probably see minimum wage My deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-aid I ain`t really got minutes, I party just like hooray! [Chorus 1 + 2] [Chorus 1] |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
I got my money right, I aint nothin nice,
its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Everythin safe, got a walk-in safe Treadmill rappers still runnin in place All these meals I can share my plate Flo Rida full yeah I already ate Plenty to give or take Im bout business Make no mistake baby serious this real estate froms a million inches away my postition im cuttin cake im the chef in the kitchen late from my recipe bill its on the essence of haulin weight Dont worry bout a dolla don dolla with the prada aint no problem if you swalla you a scarlet you get holla grand pieces I got em I get em ballin like sucka consider the show stoppa Im holdin it down propa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) My life is straight Im livin good I aint hurtin for nothin Im not the riches in the word but im workin with somethin The escalade all pearl, you control it with buttons They keep the tabs on they curb when i come through stuntin Thats Brisc best to believe it seatin on skates Im the don take it or leave it, throw it in ya face Big B's makin it rain no need to hate Got beef, loadin them thangs, grip the whole case I got my money right and Im livin up some rubba bands Hit the club heavy with, bet i spend a couple grand (couple grand) On pictures, shove the keys on the hand When Im on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Itch in my jeans im gettin braid everyday bitches thicka than venus i told Serena she can train got my money like a train is always on track got my money more than fame so that explain the all black all black, made back and in the back of em im getting on people wanna bill a case on me fuck it just bring it on they only made me (stronger) i muscle my money (longer) still husslin out of the (longer) just tryin to take out my (longer) gotta a bottom nigga holla on my holla on my southern my revolver like a blocka doing pacha bell hour im a shove it non stopa all the shit ima cocka so i can dick it cant stopa doing tricks for big poppa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) |
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from Ultimate R&B Love 2010 (2010)
[Wynter]
Da double dee double di (x7) My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar [Flo Rida] Hey, I've got a mouth full of cavities. Sweet tooth, full of mama, like sugar to me. So my love with the lips, put a bug in the ear tone. Shawty gotta kiss, it's an emergency. Spit sprung for the taste, addicted to her gloss. Won't smile this way, baby i rub it off. Put my tongue in your face. A little mistletoe, sippin' Gram I A. I'm a fan all day. Do me that favor, cuz like your flavor. My manage behavior; I'm into your major. Sweeter so flavor, that's good for this player. My hood, now and later, throw back like a pager. pretty much, you're givin' me a sugar rush. Lil mama, give me high blood pressure when you blush. Lips feel soft as a feather when we touch, Shawty that's what's up. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar [Flo Rida] Hey, Sh Shawty would you mind, cuz I want me some. Now and later, I don't wanna have to wait, you the one. Yep! Yep! Your vision. So, so delicious. Can't help my interest, candy addiction. Wanna peace, to a piece gotta get a piece. I don't know a piece, give me all your sweets. Bottom and top lip, bout to have a sugar feast. Level with our trip, I'm a lip bitin' beast. Man for them things, all 42 teeth. Squeeze the sugar cane on your mouth, must beat. Ain't your mama slirp, stickin', usin' my tree. Like taffy but classy, get at me. I'm flyly let you know I wanna kiss. But your lips, they'll do me fine. Now baby don't trip with the juciy kind. Get, get on the grip, Girl you ain't lyin. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x7) Sugar [Flo Rida] You like my sugar, my sugar. You so sweet, so sweet. Like my sweet, my candy. You so sweet, so sweet. I got a good appetite with you on me, on me. I'll wrap you out of them clothes. You my treat, my treat. Girl you my sugar, I call you candy. And tonight I'm gonna get me some, get me some. Girl you my sugar, I call you candy. And tonight I'm gonna get me some, get me some sugar. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar |
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from Detail - SMH (Shakin My Head) [Edited Version] [single] (2010)
She got me going Damn damn I'm shaking my head Thought you're God damn cool dude If you got something to say Say You'll be looking for the right dude And now you won't keeping That comes your way Where Never have another dude In my you smile Smile you look Smile your face Look around dude You'll be shaking your head Along when it's so by You state by end of the song Ooo hoo I'm looking for you to take home Ooo hoo I said that girl I talked to earlier I ain't got no worry her But I ain't found another one better I'm shaking my head Hey hey And I just like I just like Hey hey hey And then go need someone So hot hot hot In tight jeans and body's like Hey hey Oh yeah You got me shaking my head Hey hey And I just like I just like Hey hey hey And then go need someone So hot hot hot In tight jeans body's like Hey hey Oh yeah You got me shaking my head You got me rocked out I seen Cops out No stopping me uh And I'm shaking my head While catching that girl ahead Too much to treat And a lot of shit to talk A Lot of shit Got the hands in the air My wide uh She's so right She looking so tight And while I'm shaking my head she's rockin' that shit like You state by end of the song Ooo hoo I'm looking for you to take home Ooo hoo I said that girl I talked to earlier I ain't got no worry her But I ain't found another one better I'm shaking my head Hey hey And I just like I just like Hey hey hey And then go need someone So hot hot hot In tight jeans and body's like Hey hey Oh yeah You got me shaking my head Hey hey hey And I just like I just like Hey hey hey And then go need someone So hot hot hot In tight jeans and body's like Hey hey Oh yeah You got me shaking my head Hey you promise me you Billy Gammy Goin no With a body like that I can't barely get in touch How you want it you can do No wrong Saying my momma bet Taking off my Gucci hat So shaken by that song Got swag by this fact holy back Got a heart attack matter of fact I'm shaking my head Hey hey And I just like I just like Hey hey hey And then go need someone So hot hot hot In tight jeans and body's like Hey hey Oh yeah You got me shaking my head Hey hey hey And I just like I just like Hey hey hey And then go need someone So hot hot hot In tight jeans and body's like Hey hey Oh yeah You got me shaking my head He's so hot La la my own He can't put it out Like this is He's so hot La la my own He can't put it out Like this is hers He's so hot La la my own He can't put it out Like this is hers this Like this Like this I'm shaking my head |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh yeah yeah yeah
[Ne-Yo Chorus] I said excuse me little mama if I may Take this thought and send it your way And if you don?t like that, then send it right back, But I just gotta say I wanna be on you (on you) I wanna be on you (on you) And if you don?t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say, I just gotta say [Flo Rida] Hey, shawty with no limits, that?s what I need all the time, I?m wit with with it, she with it, she not sure she put it down Come get get get it, the business, I hi hit it, whose is it The Benz with the windows tinted, oh I get dirty south Showning, like them grown men, goose patrongen Let let me go in, sexy moanin, ca catch me jonesin Let no not ever with this little mama off schedule Got me achy, call me papi, hottest I be fly as feathers But but bout that, sh shawty housed that You you got that prowl cat I wanna pop it like ecstasy, pretty face and all that But what I look for, this gal is hood core But that is outdoors Deserve an encore, the definition of a shone [Ne-Yo Chorus] I said excuse me little mama if I may Take this thought and send it your way And if you don?t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say I wanna be on you (on you) I wanna be on you (on you) And if you don?t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say, I just gotta say [Flo Rida] Hey, I?m feeling you girl, wanna get close to you, no doubt My sister swagger should tell it more Than anything can vouch Little mama you are what?s inside ghetto Fine I?ll make you proud So stuntalicious, I love it, lets at least work something out Miss thing, million dollar game, coke bottle frame Make my wall of fame let me know your name I control the rain I could make it better, matter of fact I make it weather, stormy weather with this cheddar All because you hot as ever If you may lady, let me play baby, make my way baby, You won?t like it, send it back and its okay baby You?s a keeper, touch of diva, give me a fever If I could freak ya, give me the word and I?ll be along [Ne-Yo Chorus] I said excuse me little mama if I may Take this thought and send it your way And if you don?t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say I wanna be on you (on you) I wanna be on you (on you) And if you don?t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say, I just gotta say [Ne-Yo] Girl let me touch you like nobody can (yeah girl) Girl let me show you I?m a gentleman (uh huh) I wanna be the one to hold your hand (oh yeah) I just wanna be, I just wanna be Girl let me touch you like nobody can (yeah girl) I wanna show you I?m a gentleman (uh huh) Girl let me be the one to hold your hand (oh yeah) I just wanna be, I just wanna be [Ne-Yo Chorus] I said excuse me little mama if I may, Take this thought and send it your way, And if you don?t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say I wanna be on you (on you) I wanna be on you (on you) And if you don?t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say, I just gotta say I said excuse me little mama if I may Take this thought and send it your way And if you don?t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say I wanna be on you (on you) I wanna be on you (on you) And if you don?t like that, then send it right back But I just gotta say, I just gotta say "Be on you", yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
Mmm Da Da
Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin' on a show Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Mmm Da Da Let's go Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Shawty got it droppin' around and I'm sold And we gotta couple of rounds of new dough Everybody lookin' around like uh oh Oh babe whatcha say Let's play Shake it with a little bit of Beyonce Turn around & give it to me shawty get paid Do it for them girls They be jealous anyway On stage I wanna be amazed Pop that drop that It's yo birthday Top that got that Work for this stage Stop that lock that Work it in place You the best shawty don't be scared Let loose get a looey like hers You the troop get money it's yours Back it up like that yes sir Oh oh baby want some more baby I love the way you do it 'cuz you do it so crazy I'm countin' down so turn around 5 4 3 2 1 gotta make that booty go Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin' on a show Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Mmm Da Da Let's go It's your sexy that got me now Winnin' a bet that can't shut you down Come embrace the way you makin' it sound Workin' the middle again Makin' it jiggle again Hello let's go just know I love the way you do it How you take it to the floor Show 'em how you do it Like yo ready for the flow Baby you can do it 50 times in a row Them rows get ready for yo pose Lights camera action Lose control Ain't got the price these shoes are pro All types of magic lose the clothes Gotta party like yo girl Make yo booty go stupid girl So hot that I love them girl Off top shawty mark my words Oh oh baby want some more baby I love the way you do it 'cuz you do it so crazy I'm countin' down so turn around 5 4 3 2 1 gotta make that booty go Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin' on a show Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Mmm Da Da Let's go I don't have the words to say When you shake it my way You got me st stutterin' How can I make you stay I don't have the words to say When you shake it my way You got me st stutterin' Stutterin' Stutterin' Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Oh oh baby want some more baby I love the way you do it 'cuz you do it so crazy I'm countin' down so turn around 5 4 3 2 1 gotta make that booty go Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Baby girl I want ya look keep on puttin' on a show Mmm Da Da Oh Oh Mmm Da Da Let's go |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
to moonn6pence from papayeverte(shootingstar)
I met a lot of women on the road, My pimping is world wide, And everybody knows, uh, But something about her, Makes me wanna slow it, Spend a little more time , I like that she has a mind on her, I gotta get her, Won't, stop till I got her, She focus, she go to school, She works from ten to two, he-yo, Cus shawty, Cus Shawty, Cus Shawty's fly, I can use someone like you by myside, As long as your a rida,rida, I can lowa you down, Or provider, vider, baby are you down, So you should get to know me, Little Mama, So tell me , what its gonna be, little mama, Hoppin on ride, In the passenger side, I'll show you just how to roll, Come kick with me tonight eh-yo, Dont be afraid, Everything is alright, Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no She wanna come with me, Little mama wanna rock and see, What do we have here now, Now do you ride or die tonight?, She wanna come with me, Little mama, wanna run, quick see, What do we have here now, Now do you ride or die tonight? The perfect situation for us both, Cus shawty you want your ground, And I'm let cha handle mines boo, Just tell me whatcha need, and its a go, I love the fact that chu fine, some movie girl can we can drive-thru , Foot off the pedal, like you and the stilletos, Wanna make you the one, Get freaky under the sun, eh-yo, That body , that body ,that body right, We can get straight to business everynight, As long as you a rida, rida, I can lowa you down, Or provida, vida, Baby are you down? , So you should get to know me, Little mama, So tell me whats it gonna be, Little Mama, Hoppin on ride, In the passenger side, I'll show you just how to roll, Come kick with me tonight eh-yo, Dont be afraid, Everything is alright, Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-no She wanna come with me, Little mama wanna run quick see, What do we have here now, Now do you ride or die tonight?, She wanna come with me, Little mama, wanna run, quick see, What do we have here now, Now do you ride or die tonight? 가사입력 papayeverte |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
Hey, Ms Red Carpet
She can autograph my pockets, Anytime, anyplace, anyway, I'll be looking at everybody else, Watch it, I don't wanna de obnoxious, But this girl worth the gossip, Take away the smile, The tattoos now, forever she very guardless I imagine her topless She might set off my rocket 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 On and poppin' She met Mark and then Attitude like we arguing [?] celebrate, glitter to my life I should twitter this is girl, she's sparkling [Chorus: Akon] She ain't no Rockstar But she's got Groupies, She ain't no Actress But she makes Movies, And when she struts that thing around Everybody be breaking their neck like Who dat girl Who dat girl Who dat girl She ain't got Riches But she's got Fashion, She ain't a Model But camera's Flashing And when she struts that thing around Everybody be breaking their neck like Who dat girl Who dat girl Who dat girl Hey, they wanna know my mamma's name, Cus that where she get from, They ain't never shot her with silicon, Shawty is her and her she's the real one Touch one, grab one, feel one, I wish she would'a told me that Ain't nothing wrong bringing the old me back, Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass, She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags Like damn, can I be yo' police badge Pull it up, get a little cozy and Woman is sort'a like and oldie jam, Record some ssh, On a playboy cam, She ain't no actress The movie found my matress Rockstar, none of that practice But she's got fanatics [Chorus: Akon] She ain't no Rockstar But she's got Groupies, She ain't no Actress But she makes Movies, And when she struts that thing around Everybody be breaking their neck like Who dat girl Who dat girl Who dat girl She ain't got Riches But she's got Fashion, She ain't a Model But camera's Flashing And when she struts that thing around Everybody be breaking their neck like Who dat girl Who dat girl Who dat girl Ooh ohh ohh Look at her Goo ooo ooo I wanna know ooh ooh Who dat girl Who dat girl Who dat girl [x2] [Chorus: Akon] She ain't no Rockstar But she's got Groupies, She ain't no Actress But she makes Movies, And when she struts that thing around Everybody be breaking their neck like Who dat girl Who dat girl Who dat girl She ain't got Riches But she's got Fashion, She ain't a Model But camera's Flashing And when she struts that thing around Everybody be breaking their neck like Who dat girl Who dat girl Who dat girl |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
I need all my money, I want all my cash
She said I was her cousin, nigger was her man see all I want is, show all the signs I was looking for time never talk about it After party No man with a You all nigger wanna have some fun She wanna love me See that's bad for business Therefore I had to lie Therefore she got to learn I ain't going no where For your concern girl I need a respirator I need an ambulance Girl I'll die without you Girl I'll die without you I need a respirator I need an ambulance Girl I'll die without you Girl I'll die without you Black girl put you bottie on the floor Don't stop now Girl I'll die without you You got a body that will kill Keep dancing Girl I'll die without you Girl I'll die without you I wanna place an order You're number one you can keep the change Yes shorty I got the She works you can leave with me Miss independent til I stop breaking the girl I met back and further she can't go Gave me your body, got me thinking I'm the only one Now baby girl get the should I be my twitter She got a man, but I wanna be with her I need a respirator I need an ambulance Girl I'll die without you Girl I'll die without you I need a respirator I need an ambulance Girl I'll die without you Girl I'll die without you Girl drop it low, Pick it up Don't stop, No no no Take your love and my heart my stuff No no no, Falling in love up in this club Watching them bring me, bottles of love Baby are you taking me home, girl if you don't I'll I need a respirator I need an ambulance Girl I'll die without you Girl I'll die without you I need a respirator I need an ambulance Girl I'll die without you Girl I'll die without you |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) (Haha! Can't nothin' handle me right now!) (I see you D. Guetta... Lets get 'em!) Hey! I own the light and I don't need no help! Gotta be the feeling that Scarface felt Stuntin go wild, can't handle this plan! Life of the club, arrogant like yeah! Top like money, so the girls just melt One too many, all know me like twelve Look like cash and they all just stare Bottles, models, standin' on chairs! Fall out 'cause that's the business All out, it's so ridic-lous Zone out, so much attention Scream out, I'm in the building (hey!) They watchin', I know this! I'm rockin', I'm rolling! I'm holding, I know it! You know it! You know I know how To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah, yeah yeeaaaaah) Hey! Still feelin' myself, I'm like outta control Can't stop now, more shots, let's go! Ten more rounds, can I get a Kato? Paparazzi trying to make me pose Came to party till I can't no more Celebrate, 'cause that's all I know! Tip the groupies takin' off their clothes Grand finale like super bowl Go, hard! I run the show That's right, wild, I've got money to blow More lights, more ice, when I walk in the door No hype, do it big all over the globe Yeah! I said it! Go tell it! Confetti! Who ready? I'm ready! You ready? Lets get it! You know I know how To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) You got me watchin' now (yeah!) Got my attention now (yeah!) Got everybody in the club wanting to know now I am a ladies man Come and be my lady and We can both zone out! Bring ya body here, let me switch up your atmosphere I'll take you outta the club and up in my new lim' Fly you around the world (What)'chu want, baby girl? Are you ready to go now You know I know how To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out The club can't even handle me right now Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) The club can't even handle me right now (Putch'yo, putch'yo hands up!) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Let's celebrate now!!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) (Putch'yo hands up!) (Yeah, yeeaaaaah) You know who shut it down |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
Flo-Rida
Gucci! Bird! I done bought all this ciroc Now lil mama on my jock Staring at me up and down like when my roley's 6 o'clock Now you know you better stop You done heard about my squad I am G poe boy You either (uhh) or you not (Hold up shawty) Wait a minute shawty why you came Who you know and who the hell told you to come All up in the middle with the business unofficial When I can't stand a chick tryna score my fun Looking for a dude to rip you off some ? I don't need a chick tryna throw my 1's Let me look rich, I wanna have his son I sip perignon but do I look dumb Get a job shawty turn my knob And if it don't open up make sure you slob My boys [...?] behind the bar Sit back blow smoke from a Cuban cigar What's your mission Looks suspicious I don't get it No permission Back no interest What's the business Shawty listen I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here (x3) I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Why you dancing on me Steady talking to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Now I ain't got no time for silly games Got no time for silly notions But get smacked silly for playing with my emotions You figured you lead me on But b-tch you led me out the door Now let me lead you with a song It goe like D yous a hoe Drunk up all my conjour Aint even leave me with a glass So cough up my whole bottle Or ima take out your ass Cos you don't wanna see me angry You don't like me when i'm angry Live like Jackson 5 But get greezy like Jermaine Be dangerous like Michael So Tito pass the tissues Don't test me cos I keep a clipper number 2 pistols And you will be erased Outta sight and outta mind So get the f-ck on or my girls will wipe the floor with your behind I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here (x3) I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Why you dancing on me Steady talking to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill I'm not even gonna bother listening to Gucci... I'm just tryna figure (figure) Why you up in here (x3) I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill Why you dancing on me Steady talking to me When you know that you're not gonna give it to me I'm just tryna figure (figure figure) Why you up in here (x2) All up in my grill |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
Shawty had them Apple bottom Jeans Boots 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~ 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~ 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 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~ 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~ 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! What you think I`m playin baby girl I`m the man, I`ll bend the rubber band 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 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~ Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy) She hit the flo (She hit the flo) Next thing you know shawty got 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 Boots with the fur The whole club was lookin at her She hit the flo (She Hit The Flow) Next thing you know shawty got 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~ |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
You spin my head right round right round
when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down Hey hopped out of that house with my swagger hop in that with girl i got places to go people to see, time is precious I look at my crowd and they out of control Just like my mind where I’m going No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role I like my jewelry, that’s always on gold I know the storm is comin my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower Call up my homies that’s home Then pop in the night cuz it’s meant to be ours We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin it’s platinum patron that be ours Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down Shawty must know I’m not playin My money love her like a numba one fan Don’t look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans My Benjamin Franklin A couple of grands, I got rubber bands My paper planes makin a dance Get dirty all night, that’s part of my thing Keep building castles that’s made out of sand She’s amazing, the fire blazing Hotter than Cajun Girl won’t you move a lil closer? Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage That body belong on a poster I’m in a daze, that bottom is wavin’ at me Like damn it I know you You wanna show like a gun out of holster Tell me whatever and I’ll be your roper You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down You spin my head right round right round when you go down when you go down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down she got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwin my money around Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found It’s goin down down I’m spendin my money I’m out of control Somebody help me She’s takin my bank roll. But I’m king of the club And I’m wearin the crown Poppin these bottles Touchin these models Watchin they asses go down down down down, down down ........... You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down |
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from Flo Rida 3집 - Only One Flo [Part 1] (2010)
[Wynter]
Da double dee double di (x7) My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar [Flo Rida] Hey, I've got a mouth full of cavities. Sweet tooth, full of mama, like sugar to me. So my love with the lips, put a bug in the ear tone. Shawty gotta kiss, it's an emergency. Spit sprung for the taste, addicted to her gloss. Won't smile this way, baby i rub it off. Put my tongue in your face. A little mistletoe, sippin' Gram I A. I'm a fan all day. Do me that favor, cuz like your flavor. My manage behavior; I'm into your major. Sweeter so flavor, that's good for this player. My hood, now and later, throw back like a pager. pretty much, you're givin' me a sugar rush. Lil mama, give me high blood pressure when you blush. Lips feel soft as a feather when we touch, Shawty that's what's up. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar [Flo Rida] Hey, Sh Shawty would you mind, cuz I want me some. Now and later, I don't wanna have to wait, you the one. Yep! Yep! Your vision. So, so delicious. Can't help my interest, candy addiction. Wanna peace, to a piece gotta get a piece. I don't know a piece, give me all your sweets. Bottom and top lip, bout to have a sugar feast. Level with our trip, I'm a lip bitin' beast. Man for them things, all 42 teeth. Squeeze the sugar cane on your mouth, must beat. Ain't your mama slirp, stickin', usin' my tree. Like taffy but classy, get at me. I'm flyly let you know I wanna kiss. But your lips, they'll do me fine. Now baby don't trip with the juciy kind. Get, get on the grip, Girl you ain't lyin. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x7) Sugar [Flo Rida] You like my sugar, my sugar. You so sweet, so sweet. Like my sweet, my candy. You so sweet, so sweet. I got a good appetite with you on me, on me. I'll wrap you out of them clothes. You my treat, my treat. Girl you my sugar, I call you candy. And tonight I'm gonna get me some, get me some. Girl you my sugar, I call you candy. And tonight I'm gonna get me some, get me some sugar. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar |
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from Alexandra Burke 1집 - Overcome [Deluxe Edition] (2010)
Alexandra, girl, I know what you like
Some people call them players But I'm far from terrified "Cause somehow I'm drawn to danger And have been all of my life It feels my heart's divided Half way between wrong and right I know I'm playing with fire But I don't know why Yeah, the bad boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always spining my mind Even though I know they're no good for me It's the risk I take for the chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye Ooh, bad boys Sone think It's conplicated But they're straight up fun for me I don't need no explanation It's nothing more than what you see here My heart still feels dibided Halfway between wrong and right I know I'm playing with fire But I don't know why Yeah, the bad boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always apining my mind Even though I know they're no good for me It's the risk I take for the chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye I know you want me shawty 'cause I'm a (bad boy) Hey s-shawty cant help it she so, so Addicted to them rougher fellas With even the alphabet She only sings the crooked letters Let mama take all the risks For that chemistry, she like them tougher than leather Not even the paws, it's more like a mama bee Out lost that's on the reg'lar By any mean necessary girl She likes them ruthless, that's my world It's not the news it's what I heard To get them more the merrier It's not a big surprise I know them bad boys catch your eyes Look at her walk shawty, don't worry you fly Yeah, the bad boys are always catching my eye I said the bad boys are always spinning my mind Even though I know they;re no good for me It's the risk I take for the chemistry With the bad boys always catching my eye Yeah, the bad boys are always cpinning my mind I said the bad boyhs are always catching my eye Bad boys, bad boys |
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from David Guetta - Where Them Girls At (Feat. Flo Rida & Nicki Minaj) [digital single] (2011)
Chorus]
So many girls in here, where do I begin? I seen this one, I’m bout to go in Then she said, I’m here with my friends She got me thinking and that's when I said Where dem girls at, girls at? Where dem girls at, girls at? Where dem girls at, girls at? So go get them, we can all be friends [Flo Rida - Verse 1] Hey, bring it on baby, all your friends You’re the shit and I love that body You wanna ball, lets mix it, I swear you’re good, I wont tell nobody You got a BFF, I wanna see that girl, it’s all women invited Hair do’s and nails, that Louis, Chanel all up in the body President’s in my wallet, no rules I’m bout it Blow the whistle for the hotties I got it, shawty, it’s never too much, can’t be doing too much 10 to one of me, I can handle that love Outta of my reach, we can all get buzz Holla cause I’m free, no matter it’s no rush [Chorus] So many boys in here, where do I begin? I seen this one, I’m bout to go in Then she said, I’m here with my friends She got me thinking and that's when I said Where dem girls at, girls at? Where dem girls at, girls at? Where dem girls at, girls at? So go get them, we can all be friends [Nicki Minaj - Verse 2] Peebe, peebe, who's people barkin' Two years ago I renewed my license Anyway why’d I start my verse like that Cause I can do it, you can suck on a ballsack No no I don’t endorse that, pause that, abort that Just the other day mi go London, saw dat, kids down the street Paparazzi, all dat Hey hey what can I say? Day day day da-day day Coming through the club all the girls in the back of me This aint football why the f-ck they tryna tackle me? Really, I pick dude at the bar like really, looking like he wanna good time like really Said he had a friend for my home girl Lilly Lilly, Lilly, Lilly So many girls in here where do I begin I see this one, I’m bout to in Than he said I’m here with my friends He got to thank us, then thats when he said [Hook] Where dem girls at, girls at? Where dem girls at, girls at? Where dem girls at, girls at? So go get them, we can all be friends [Nicki Minaj] Where my girls at uhh, hmm, uhh Where my girls at uhh, hmm, uhh Yo, where my girls at uhh, hmm, uhh Yo, where my girls tryna get to jumpin’ [Chorus] So many girls in here, where do I begin? I seen this one, I’m bout to go in Then she said, I’m here with my friends She got me thinking and that's when I said Where dem girls at, girls at? Where dem girls at, girls at? Where dem girls at, girls at? So go get them, we can all be friends |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
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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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
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 With thestraps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy 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 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 With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy 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 thats three grand What you think I'm play in 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 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 With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy 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 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 With the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack Ayy She hit the flo She hit the flo Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low come on |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
[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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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
[intro beats]
(you can be my shone) X 12 Hey OK now mama, I know ya kind and I like em grown. do this do that never hold back I think I'm ready for more. so shawty I see ya thong that body is what I want I got it written in stone this bottle sippin' Patrón. however, we never, whatever this what I'm all about big cheddar, no wetter, get better hold on I'm gonna give you this now. whatever, you never, on schedule I'm gonna take it to the top, I'm gonna take you to the spot, I'm gonna show you what I got but you gotta make it drop cause you'll prolly never stop cash ain't a problem, I got dollars so get straight to the business poppin' them collars I know if I holla, I'm looking for shawty for thinkness I'll be your personal fitness girl I'm gonna get you addicted. So can you be, would you be, wont you be, can you be my can you be my action? Cause from the way that you dancing I know you got it going on tonight. (baby, you can be my action) and I turn on the lights and the camera as soon as I can get you home tonight (whoa) (can you be my action?) heyah. you can be my, you can be my, wish on. you can be my -whoa (hey shawty) You an be my action. penis satisfaction. I really got a fetish. she bow-legged, that's my attraction. set it up, yeah baby hit the black berry, that's my collection. what I do on there, everything: that's sex and this is my passion. whatever you like we turn off the lights go ahead and show me your back's strong. the end of the night, your treating me right, got stacks up like a saxophone. do you think I'm gonna keep killin' em? they're prisoners and I'm peeling em. when I wreck it, I'm feelin'. no contest, I keep drillin em. I'm gonna wait all day, get straight to the point raise the temperature so hot celebrate, Girl I just wanna give you this cake lets get physical. baddest in the club how you do that? baby you too much. just my luck, let me touch, be direct and let me cum Can you be my action? Cause from the way that you dancing I know you got it going on tonight. (baby, you can be my action) and I turn on the lights and the camera as soon as I can get you home tonight. (can you be my action?) heyah. you can be my, you can be my, wish on. you can be my -whoa (hey shawty) I live in hollywood but I still be in the JEX. shawty's wanna holla when they see whats on my neck. my money very long, gotta make it stretch and when I say shone, I be talkin' bout sex. say little mama, you know I'm gonna make you holla. walk in the club, and we gonna toss a couple dollars. I pop her bottles make them haters wanna follow. ain't nothing wrong, you grown, so baby... Can you be my action? Cause from the way that you dancing I know you got it going on toni-ight. (baby, you can be my action) and I turn on the lights and the camera as soon as I can get you home toni-i-i-aight. yeah. (can you be my action?) you can be my, you can be my, wish on. you can be my -whoa [base beats] |
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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
[Chorus]
I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots [Verse 1] Hey I can’t be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead I don’t regret my ghetto struggle due to my success It ain’t that beautiful to write on overcoming stress Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I was fed Look at me now but all before hey Mr. Skid Row The dirty south ain’t just a name the way I’ve been poor The projects burnin’ white, I call it gizmo Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga video Can’t find a meal to a mil, only God know it No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it Can I live to I’m livin’ like my Momma told it Before you rip it, gotta sew it Yeah [Chorus] I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots [Verse 2] Hey, still on my coupe but can’t take Somebody had to be just to get away My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin safe Oh yea I had to grieve but I’m stronger to this day Pain, I can’t ignore it, you might say I’m ignorant I’m mistakin’ for courage, which victory so gorgeous Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so important 37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy I’m thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy There’s only five letters really help me [Chorus] I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots [Verse 3] Hey I know the seeds been planted It’s damaging my soul but my dreams been granted That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet What could I want more than redoing I never planned it Gets no lower than a grabbin’ on your feet A man will stand for nothin’if he fall off with the feet A baller and a hitter all in the street If you look beneath the sand then we all need a crease Roots before the branches, roots before mansions Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson Roots with your grandparents, roots under your canvas Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish [Chorus] I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots |
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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) [Verse 1 - Sean Paul] I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound Long as my bitch ridin`, I`ll put a nigga down Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start Something in your chest, then open up your heart Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me Ima run it, put somethin` on it, instead of bet it It`s that money, don`t make no money, buddy I`m ready Can I get it? It`s win or lose, you know the rules We rollin`, we didn`t hit it, now pay your dues [J-Bo] Now when it comes to gettin` that cash flow Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough And for all who don`t know, there`s money out to be made So get it while you can, and still it`s just a phase In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you`d be amazed That time waits for no one, so God, I pray Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed So instead I keep on livin` what`s given within my void Put a end after hours scrapin` up all my change From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain`t no game So pick up on your pimpin`, get on it and never slip Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped) [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Sean Paul] Just call me, the money maker, bread taker Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater No bumpin` heads, when it come to gettin` this paper Im a player, runnin` wit the, hand that was dealt Flippin` my work, ridin` the left, fully equipped Aint fuckin` wit hoes, unless talkin `bout bread Duckin` these streets, givin` these strangers some head Bringin` it back, makin` sho`, my pockets swole Workin` the streets, now they know they my hoes [J-Bo] I must ain`t had it, I gotta get it Nothin` to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it Shakin` these haters down the line, they somethin` wicked You on a roll then pay yo` dues, then buy a ticket Gather your cheddar `round this world, there`s nothin` better But keep it boomin` like a system, thru any weather Stackin` my green, that`s somethin good, I`m on a mission Trappin` hard just like I should, no penny pinchin` And for the gold, we steady missin`, and reminisin` Buy some S, ain`t even hittin`, so stop yo` flippin Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know There ain`t no playin` wit my thang when you see my foe Act like ya know I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) |
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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
If you like my body
Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me [Flo Rida] Heyy I like it when ya telling me to keep in touch All over ya body rub it like good luck Mama stand up shawty keep ya doin to much Hands all over me can unleash that strut Hand over the apology the freeks don't fuss Wit sound quality it's going down pretty ruff Brand new wit it all about that rush Keep tellin me to feel it and it's just my luck Ima help you make that movie Get on my job coz I like my doody Get involved I don't mind the groupies Shear dog and lemme snoopie Round of apaluse make it clap like an uzi Make a paused on the cue like Suzi Set it off to the groofy Lil mama she called I hear her I let her say Touch me baby, touch me all night long Touch me baby, ya [Flo Rida] Yeah Mimic that talk Now mimic that walk Gotta thing for my dollars and it's all my fault Let me signal that hand and break you off Yeah tell her I said got a whole lot of broads You can go hard shawty you can grab us that hat Lemme throw lyrics at the wall Lemme rump at it Jump at it Hump it at the cost Mimic that rhyme get Wynter to give a call Yeah I'm right get it on right when yall ready Hold it down for the figure yeah cmon lady You invited to the shroom party gotta fetish You decided where I groom hair ready baby All out to the spot pockets on fready I understand I do it big for the guap baby When the mama feelin hot take here to the telly I want my girls like my girls with the sell you right. Touch me baby, touch me all night long Touch me baby, ya [Flo Rida] Yeah I like your sexy I want you next to me Lets leave a legacy Got me feellin like escasty And a lil bit of jelously It's some bout your melody Right here I canopy Shawty that's definalty a felinly Oh I need to touch it that's cool I spend my paper on you And pick u up in my coupe' And make it do what it do Shawty don't get it confused You show em we can get loose All out I'm breakin that rules Go hard I like when you say Oh Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me Touch me, touch me, touch me, ta-touch me Touch me baby touch me all night long Touch me baby, ya |
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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
Never give up
Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant Never, never never No Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant No no no never Momma said never be a quitter Never since I was young Never been in my roots Dont let never make you a bum Never my only so she said Never beggin for crumbs If never found out your slippin Then never might be a gun Never think suicide Never steal Never lie Never run up to a gunfight and think you gone survive Never that lil 6 nuts 6 is for the flies Never become a snitch If you would rather be a quiet Never know em Never met met em Never seen that fella Never never never When they put you in that room Thats what you tell em Hell never to the law Never im a be a star Never catch me up to mar Never worry Never bury Tears on your teen jersey Keep it 42 be worthy Never go without the curry Never the greatest of all time You in a hurry Never its too early Never have no mercy Never Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant Never never never No Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant No no no never Never cross a man as far as you can throw em Never put ya fate at home Boy ya'll know em Never get in the herd Never get into church Never cook in your life Buried 6 feet under dirt Never hate Never envy others Cause they getting cake Never grind Never hustle Never see your dinner plate Never be fake Never be a snake Never play that shit dog Till they bring that pepper spray Never be scared Never hurt your head Never cause if they was killers you would already be dead Never pout Never ever have doubt Never that be the reason You still sleep on mommas couch Never brag Never be stindgy with cash Never get in for business Mind your own Take em now Never cry wolf Never daddy ma boo Never less than a survivor Never Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant Never never never No Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant No no no never Dont be slick Never silent Dont be bricks Never Get your wig split Never rob your click Never Never miss your blesses Never start second guessin Never get to heaven never cause you missed the lesson Never bite the hand that feed Never live in greed Never succeed Never doin dirty deeds Never chunk Never give up on your hope Under pressure dream big When its rough make a toast Never sell your sole Never for some dough Never diamonds Never pearls When you die Never go Never back down Never let your hat down Never see no bully Let them know your background Never cross the line Never cross your kind Everyday let it be Never worry Never toss your mind Never lose sleep Never cause you got beat Never know peace Never when you in these streets Never Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant Never never never No Never give up Never hold you head down Never fear no man Never trust anybody Never say you cant No no no never Never never never |
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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
[Wynter]
Da double dee double di (x7) My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar [Flo Rida] Hey, I've got a mouth full of cavities. Sweet tooth, full of mama, like sugar to me. So my love with the lips, put a bug in the ear tone. Shawty gotta kiss, it's an emergency. Spit sprung for the taste, addicted to her gloss. Won't smile this way, baby i rub it off. Put my tongue in your face. A little mistletoe, sippin' Gram I A. I'm a fan all day. Do me that favor, cuz like your flavor. My manage behavior; I'm into your major. Sweeter so flavor, that's good for this player. My hood, now and later, throw back like a pager. pretty much, you're givin' me a sugar rush. Lil mama, give me high blood pressure when you blush. Lips feel soft as a feather when we touch, Shawty that's what's up. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar [Flo Rida] Hey, Sh Shawty would you mind, cuz I want me some. Now and later, I don't wanna have to wait, you the one. Yep! Yep! Your vision. So, so delicious. Can't help my interest, candy addiction. Wanna peace, to a piece gotta get a piece. I don't know a piece, give me all your sweets. Bottom and top lip, bout to have a sugar feast. Level with our trip, I'm a lip bitin' beast. Man for them things, all 42 teeth. Squeeze the sugar cane on your mouth, must beat. Ain't your mama slirp, stickin', usin' my tree. Like taffy but classy, get at me. I'm flyly let you know I wanna kiss. But your lips, they'll do me fine. Now baby don't trip with the juciy kind. Get, get on the grip, Girl you ain't lyin. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x7) Sugar [Flo Rida] You like my sugar, my sugar. You so sweet, so sweet. Like my sweet, my candy. You so sweet, so sweet. I got a good appetite with you on me, on me. I'll wrap you out of them clothes. You my treat, my treat. Girl you my sugar, I call you candy. And tonight I'm gonna get me some, get me some. Girl you my sugar, I call you candy. And tonight I'm gonna get me some, get me some sugar. [Wynter] My lips like sugar (x2) This candy got you sprung (x2) So call me your sugar (x2) You love you some (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x3) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di (x2) I'm sweet like Da double dee double di Sugar |
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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
If you love somebody
Put a light in the air From the hood to the stakes It's so incredible Fry your finger in the air Flo Rida up in here Wyclef up in here If I could I would pull it up and rewind To the time when it was just me and you Oh, how we were inseparable If I could I'd pull it up and rewind To the time before you went away Wish I could go back to yesterday If I could I'd pull it up and rewind I try sticking to the rivers that I'm used to But these tears got me searching for an inner tube Witness my homies life shorter than my inner lose Don't wanna drown in my hurt 'cause it's critical I pop champagne but still it's a damm pain Beedee I love you my sister died but it never changed My last love that we just ditched in my brain Give up the fortune and the fame to hear you say my name The ghetto rough while the doff try purple rain Lord knows I wish death never had a name Our last breath that it never had a relevate Wyclef, Flo Rida here to tell it man To the left, move, hurt for suffering I lose myself when I think about my people's slain If I could I'd rewind this whole thing If I could I would pull it up and rewind To the time when it was just me and you Oh, how we were inseparable If I could I'd pull it up and rewind To the time before you went away Wish I could go back to yesterday If I could I'd pull it up and rewind So I sit down and I had try Are you living up in this life? And I know if I could I'd pull it up and rewind If I could take yesterday and place it in my palms I anticipate the day like a school prom Promise tomorrow what you think till you lose some Big will I know heaven got the futon Face good with the man paid your dues done Wack your shows in japan with me getting drunk We had plans, plans change the new sun The Lord never leave us lonely when you lose one If I could change the past, my people wouldn't past I wish life was TiVo and you could bring it back I wish it all was remote and how the day be said I were IP use it like it's pixel flap Pull up the hood times, pull up the good times Everyday be forever when I'm puttin' down Showing off that's the truth nah If I could I would pull it up and rewind To the time when it was just me and you Oh, how we were inseparable If I could I'd pull it up and rewind To the time before you went away Wish I could go back to yesterday If I could I'd pull it up and rewind So I sit down and I had try Are you living up in this life? And I know if I could I'd pull it up and rewind If I had the gift be here I'd cure your mom from cancer Take the Breena and stuck 'em up all with answers Take the crack feen turn her into the prom queen Have her graduate suma ku la day But she so high that she's riding on drug assist Growing up like the women from the exorcist Her heart stopped in the ambulance If I could I would pull it up and rewind To the time when it was just me and you Oh, how we were inseparable If I could I'd pull it up and rewind To the time before you went away Wish I could go back to yesterday If I could I'd pull it up and rewind So I sit down and I had try Are you living up in this life? And I know if I could I'd pull it up and rewind |
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from Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. (2009)
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
그녀는 딱 달라붙는 바지를 입고 (Shawty:여기서 브랜드가아니라 아가씨라는 뜻으로 쓰인듯한대) Boots with the fur [With the fur] 퍼가 달린 부츠를 신었어 The whole club was lookin at her 클럽의 모든 시선은 그녀에게 고정되고 She hit the flo [She hit the flo] 그녀는 플로어를 잡아끌었어 Next thing you know 그 다음은 너도 알지? Shawty got low low low low low low low low 이쁜이. 밑으로 밑으로 밑으로 밑으로.... Them baggy sweat pants 땀에 젖은 축늘어진 바지와 And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]리복의 가죽끈 She turned around and gave that big booty a smack그녀는 뒤를 돌아보곤 남자들을 꼬시지 She hit the flo [She hit the flo] 그녀는 플로어를 잡아 끌었어 Next thing you know 그다음은 너도 알지? Shawty got low low low low low low low low 이쁜이, 밑으로 밑으로 밑으로... I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go, 나를 이렇게 만든 여자는 본적 없어. this crazy all night spendin my dough 이런 죽이는 밤은 내 돈을 쓰게 만들어 Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go 백만달러 분위기. 술을 마시지 Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show 젠장 생일 케이크, 그들은 무대를 잡아 끌고 So sexual, she was flexible 진짜 섹시해. 그녀는 유연해 Professional, drinkin X and ooo 직업처럼 능숙하게 x를 마시지 Hold up wait a minute, do i see what I think I 잠시만 기다려봐, 내가 뭘 생각하는지 알겠어 Whoa 우와! Did I think I seen shorty get low 저 예쁜이가 밑으로., 내려가는 생각 Ain't the same when it's up that close 그전과는 다르게 가까이 올라가서 Make it rain, I'm makin it snow 그걸 비가오게 만들어, 눈이 오게 만들어 Work the pole, I got the bank roll 그 막대기에서 움직여,난 돈 많거든 Imma say that I prefer them no clothes 난 옷 안입은 여자가 좋다 그랬지 I'm into that, I love women exposed내가 그거 안으로 들어갈꺼야, 난 노출된 여자가 좋아 She threw it back at me, I gave her more 그녀는 나에게 분출하고,난 그녀에게 더 해줄거야 Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes 돈은 문제없어,이게 어디로 갈지 알고있어 She had them 그녀는 이걸가지고 있어.. 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 [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Hey 헤이 Shawty what I gotta do to get you home이쁜이, 너를 내 집으로 데려가려면 어떻게 해야하지? My jeans full of gwap 내 바지는 돈으로 가득해 And they ready for Shones 빛날 준비는 끝났어 Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown 섹시해지기 위한 Cadillacs Maybachs Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan 페트론이 바위위로 올라가면 넌 신음소리를 낼꺼야 One stack (come on) 첫번째스텍 Two stacks (come on) 두번째스텍 Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)세번째스텍(이제 이건 세번째로 완벽해] What you think I'm playin baby girl 뭘 생각해. 난 쫌 놀아. I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands난 남자야, 난 처녀랑 할꺼야 That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder 내가그녀에게 뭐라말하든,그녀의 다리는 내 어깨에 I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola 난 이게 ova였다는걸 알아, henny의 cola처럼 Got me like a Soldier 날 병정처럼 만들지 She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her 그녀는 준비됬지만 난 컨트롤 못하겠어 So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover 난 클로버처럼 행운아야 Shorty was hot like a toaster 그녀는 토스터처럼 핫하고 Sorry but I had to fold her, 미안, 난 그녀랑 할거야 Like a pornography poster 포르노 포스터 처럼. She showed her 그녀는 보여주지. 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 [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy] She hit the flo [She hit the flo] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Whoa 우와.. Shawty 이쁜이.. Yea she was worth the money 그래 그녀는 돈낼만한 가치가 있어 Lil mama took my cash, 이쁜이가 내 돈을 가져가고 and I ain't want it back, 난 그게 돌아오길 원하지 않아 The way she bit that rag, 그녀가 희롱하는 방식. got her them paper stacks, 그녀는 돈더미를 가질수 있지 Tattoo Above her crack, 그녀의 크렉위 문신. I had to handle that, 난 그걸 조종할수있어. I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin 난 그거 위에있지. 섹시한 아가씨,보여줘봐 They be want it two in the mornin 그들은 아침까지 이거 두개를 원할테니까 I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin 난 rosay bottles foamin과 즐기고 She wouldn't stop, made it drop 그녀는 멈추지 않아, 그건 그걸 젖게 만들고. Shorty did that pop and lock, 그녀는 그걸 pop하고 lock하게 만들거야 Had to break her off that gwap gwap으로 그녀를 멈추게 해. Gah it was fly just like my glock glock처럼 날수있게 |
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