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Waltzin' with Flo (Alan Dawson) · The Phlorescent Leech & Eddie/Flo & Eddie (Flo & Eddie) · The Best of Flo & Eddie (Flo & Eddie) · The History of Flo & Eddie & the Turtles (Flo & Eddie) · Flo'Ology (Floetry) · Tribute to Flo Rida (Wistle Wisl) · Flo'Ology (Floetry) · Flo'Ology (Floetry) · Only One Flo, Pt. 1 (Flo Rida) · Flo Dreyer Her Trumpet & International Quartet (Flo Dreyer) – and 90 other albums »


but here goes nothing

When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
Automatic weapons on the flo' but who can you call
My down bitch,
I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
Automatic weapons on the flo' but who can you call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this
on acapella

Boy the music
Makes me lose control

We goin' make you lose control
And let it go four you kno
You goin' hit the flo

I rok to the beat till I'm
lose control 
And let it go four you kno 
You goin' hit the flo 

I rok to the beat till I'm tired (tired) 
Walk n the club it?s fiya(fiya) 
Get it
like crack to an addict
It ain't to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

Uh man I think I'm
pass, she thought that she was Monopoly
Say I’m sexy, you a**, better not step on my property

I’m the man, no, you know I’m the man, no?
Make that
I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
Automatic weapons on the flo' but who can you call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this
but here goes nothing

When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
Automatic weapons on the flo' but who can you call
My down bitch,
(music and lyrics: Tim Eiermann / Flo Schwarz)
I remember every day
When you were running all the way
With all my infiorities
And ode to all those
motherfucker, drop that motherfucker

When you see her on the flo'
You know she droppin' to the music
Yup, yup, we like that
Yup, yup, yup, yup, we like that
a review on Hypnotize and you'll see nothin but potential
People gettin beat to the flo and it started wit a pencil

[Chorus]

Check it out, I'm new
I fucked my money up, damn
Now I can't re-up
Ran off in his spot just to get stacks up
Now I'm back on deck,
So shawty what the fuck you want
on a political outburst 

I don't believe that I'm the first 

Or should I say the first one, or the first one that's done 

Music like I'm still number one
It's not latin, or white, or black music
It's that cooked up coke, crack music
Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid rapid eye
to the top flo'
Yeah, fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel, then after an hour
She goin' need another shower
When I'm at home in my coupe or the office
to the top flo'
Yeah, fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel, then after an hour
She goin' need another shower
When I'm at home in my coupe or the office
the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once you decide to move ya mind in due time

It's so
years in prison.
Now I'm a free parolee and time spent, its money they owe me
Give me my space don't crowd me homie
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler.
and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014, the work is right
But the money is all green
Big boy dialog, all the real
Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past, to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open ya eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once ya
rottweiler
There's only one flo, and rida
I'm a damn shame
Order more champagne, pull it down hell stream
Tryna put it on ya
Bet your lips spin back around
Every car pass by with the music real loud
While they bumpin roamin around
Tellieen me to make a hit but I really don't get
While they walk I'm roaming
of the ghetto
I try to escape
Ya caught my music
On a CD or rap tape
I make it then take it
To the mom and papa store
For a proper cash flo'
From the mom and papa
it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, why'all niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what?
Think about it,
the ghetto
E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with