Lyrics:
like a corvette yah
They say the limit’s the sky
O I guess I’m the target
I don’t really get high..
3rd chorus
All I do is orbit
Orbit orbit orbit
on
Three shot four shot five shot.. oh shit, I think I'm gone
You see that girl walkin' by?
She gimme them bedroom eyes
Later on Imma take that home
It's Friday and my bills are due
My 3 month old baby need some shoes
Can you feel what I'm going through
Clock on the wall keeps ticking tockin
the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol? ass, thick ol? thighs
Mrs.Trina, baddest bitch, that's right
Diamond princess running 3.0.5
I still
Woo, Shady, Aftermath
(Look at that bitch, oh, shit, hey)
There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's
Yeah, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo' (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some mo' (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide
I was staring through a telescope at night
At a large light in the sky
Its spinning lights reminded me of you
A star spinning in orbit
Lighting
Yeah, let's get it
First I'm gon' stack my flo' (and then what?)
Then I'm gon' stack some mo' (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count
Hide
don't know what things would look like
That's my why no matter what world I'm in
I'm accessible by only one satellite
Vernon
Dylan
And you in your
Woo, Shady, Aftermath
(Look at that bitch, oh, shit, hey)
There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's
show your past or get stretched like a flat screen
I'm certified and born to ride "I am the streets".
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know my face good while
joggers, wear bright clothes
Tae bo, five flo's
Lizard, Centipede, Snake
I'm a killer!
Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow: Howl)
Seventy Three Caprice, old school when I roll
Breeze pa** with the E Pa** f*** the toll
No more platinum, I'm wearin' gold
I'm internationally known
walked a cow, Elsey
I asked if she had anything to drink she said
I'm forbidden to produce milk
In Cyberland we only drink
Diet Coke (Diet Coke Diet
whatchu waiting on
I bet that you can wine fast you got all that ass on you
Now whatchu think I'm bout to do
[Verse 3][Flo Rida]
Hey don't be shy shawty
for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel
Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
No more platinum I'm wearin gold
I'm internationally known
clear so invariably
I'm always meditating seek clarity
Laugh at the haters with hilarity
Apparently, my type of mind is a rarity
So I'm choosing to flo
girls get down on the flo'
(Let me see it)
I got a piece and chain
c Dior hat
c big ole bankroll
So yeah I'm strapped
I got a bitch in the back
Got
Carter 3, the New Testament
And I'm the God, and this is what I bless 'em with
Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
You're
busting it wide open, and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get
fly flo flum
Where did you come from x3
Well now consequence had changed into a street made out of fools gold
Like in a fairy tale I thought now how my
reenact outdated scriptures
Educate I'm still that nigga
Two fucks you ain't fuckin me
Fell from orbit I feel delivered
Surrounded by all of these fuck
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
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