Lyrics:
tip, tip
Bad bitches, marble floors
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Magic City, calm down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
Bust it open with her freaky ass
She wanna
Quite odd how a hoe caused these antics
9 wads on the floor cause I panicked
Might fly that hoe across the planet
On a plane, oh the shame
Girl I need
the floor
Stop drop and roll hit the floor
Drop and roll hit the floor
I'm by my motherfuckin' lonesome
Yeah shawty pick the petals from my roses
Shawty pick
to stay
Well, this is not for real, afraid to feel
I just hit the floor, don't ask for more
I'm wasting my time, I'm wasting my time
You can't stop
definitely hit somebody on the floor
He could see a lifeless body
Mixed emotions, breathing heavy
No remorse at all, he's not sorry
He just licked man down
1-2-3
Give it to me
Get on the dance floor
Start to clap your hands for
The smooth operator, what more can your ask for
The musical maestro
boys don't lose
Haters gonna hate but we keep 'em confused
Hit's from everywhere, drop it down so ooh
(Yeah)
Shawty on the floor making it do what it do
sport you and support you by any means (uh)
Nah, I ain't givin' you none of my things
But we can leave the club tonight, hit the 'telly and fuck
Long
One
Two
Three
Come on
I don't think they ready for this one Fresh
Come on
Let's get physical
I know you want to see this body hit the floor
You can
Fucking close to you ...
He can hit you in your stomach, hit you in you chest .. (hit you hit you hit you )
He cant even aim but he to close to miss … (miss
you live and die by the sword
Flawless execution keeps you coming back for more
My opposition wants to see me lying on the floor
But my competitions
Thank God I’m married, come here wifey
Let's play Doctor, Give it to me baby!
It was all good in the hood at that age
Till I hit the 5th floor, that's
don't know if I can cry in church
Plug done hit my DM like he lookin for da X
Baby in the cradle lying crying
I still hear the nineteen millimetre
God I'm
It's funny
Fucking on your bitch
She a bunny
They either want me or the money
I'm stunning
This floor's sticky like honey
Babygirl come and jump
Ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on
You should get out on the floor
Go on and get your sexy on (this here the biggest song inna di
to make a comeback (let's go)
Here we go
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door)
Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (floor)
Arm and hammer
won't be saved by the bell
Pray you will live to tell
Knock you out, down to the floor
DJ's gonna hit it get ready for more
Knock you out, out of control
floor
You won't be saved by the bell
Pray you will live to tell
Knock you out, down to the floor
DJ's gonna hit it get ready for more
Knock you out, out
floor
You won't be saved by the bell
Pray you will live to tell
Knock you out, down to the floor
DJ's gonna hit it get ready for more
Knock you out, out
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll like an 18-wheeler
That ho fine, but this ho killer
She's
the pedal to
I'm getting busy like chores
Don't go get hit by the door
I got the pedal to floor
And I'm bout to go floor
And I'm giving her more
She getting
chord
They line up around the world just to hear you scream
Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never mind in faith if
BRING IT
Written by David Zipse, Jodylynn Talevi, Ellen Robertson, Yoosuf Qaadir Blake
Chorus
If you want to hit the dance floor
You better bring
Fell down but not falling
Hear depression calling
Watch the shadows crawl in
Better in the morning
Hit the gas and floor it
Take a trip to Florida
My
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