Lyrics:
Coli Cole from the FLO-RENCE
Calvin Klein Jeans, got the shirt on me
Holy Spirit work on me
Got faith got love got joy got peace
Can't nobody take it
on the flo
I'm Gucci Fendi Prada
Diamonds dancing to the song
In my Balenciagas
Ay in my balenciagas
Ay
I said I'm back on my shit
Tell by my drip
I got
a hundred, shoot a hundred (believe that daddy)
This my block, I run it (believe that daddy)
Got them 20s on ya ride (believe that daddy)
Croc or gator
flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"
By the ???
Flippin' this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ki'
You best believe we rob yo spot
Why not? We
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round,
come by let me try (come on by)
Pretty please, with sugar on it, that's how I like it, uh
I can't even believe it with you
It's like having every
by let me try (come on by)
Pretty please, with sugar on it, that's how I like it, uh
I can't even believe it with you
It's like having every dream I
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round,
(SHAKEx2)
Cause you shake it shakey
But like "ehhh whatever"
Spin like propeller
Spin like yo (x3)
Favorite flo rida record (AYE)
Oh my the cheetah just
sleeping on the flo'
Always talking shit
But never making dough
Claiming that they loyal
Fucking on the bro
Chasing other niggas
Can't fix ya toes
Change ya
de mayo) c'mon man (Heyy) life be crazy when you get crossed by multiple, you would not believe it, da opps prolly subscribe threw the burners from
what the next man does
I listen to Pitbull and Flo Rida
These new niggas sounding like Kanye West
He's a biter not a writer
I'm not impressed
You a lover
the fucking weed
My new bitch she a rida she gon get new bitches that only work for me
Fuck around n play wit the gang
We at Yo funeral they can’t believe
Ray Flo, in case you ain't know, in case you Ain't know, let's go, let's go, let's go
If you wake up, no question, you blessed, Believe in yourself,
I got clothes all over my room my girlfriends gone be here soon
Can't find my other shoe what I'm gone do
We gone hop in the hummer glad 'cause it's
got a snort headed motherfuckers!!
Niggas up to addict
But all you high yella heffa, got you up her panties
Believe which niggas make it like D'angelo
high yella heffa, got you up her panties
Believe which niggas make it like D'angelo
Crying and close to dying on they grandma's flo'
If you tell us
when we ain't have the means
Kids at school would do me mean
Bitches wouldn't even look my way now they see and can't believe it
Them tables turned huh?
Oh imma da mufuckn man
My nigga hit da line w a mufuckn plan
Dat same fuckn plan turnt me up a couple bands
Now it got me inna middle of da flo
Doin my
it like a side glance
Stay prepared with my stance
So I'm ready by chance
Sugar come from my pants
Powered up by my plants
Always jiggy my prance
yeah
Cause she a rida
She rocking K4tastrophe like it's designer
She wanna be in so she hop in the cypher
Lookin so fine and I cannot believe it
See my
made 60 bands off a 30 dolla phone
I can't em put em on, ni**as they gone try to cheat
Sliden through the city by my self, ion need no help
Olo dolo
Can't Believe I can't understand keep asking why
Keep pacing my steps waiting on another lye
You done done it it's too late can't turn back time
blocky again
Said he on hots we gon' pop out wit' 10
Bitch I come from the blocks where your dawg'll pretend
Uh
Can't believe niggas act like they got it
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