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Shake it with a little bit of Beyoncé
Turn around and give it to me shorty get paid
Do it for them girls they be jealous anyway
On stage, I wanna be
the goons 'round me 
And yeah I rep my city, bitch 
I'm from Dade County 

[Flo-Rida] 
Ayy! 
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
We gonna shut 'em down
Why'all thought we killed 'em with the last one'
Ow! Remix!
Casely, DB, Diaz Brothers, Flo Rida
Poboy, Lip-a-lot, DJ Laz
make profits
Boogie boogie
I just want to give you nook
Noogie noggie
Turn around let me see how you would
Do me Do me
Put it all together that
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
holdin' it down
Every car pass by with the music real loud, while bumpin', roamin' around 
Tellin' me to make a hit but I really don't get
While they
That's what about rep that A-P-T's
Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy
I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy
Triple C's the second, I get it fo'
and I'm, I'm so fly, and you, you're so not (nope)
Show me what you're workin' wit just like that (like that)
Turn around, bend over, bring it back (bring
make money money
Don't make profits
Boogie boogie
I just want to give you nook

Noogie noggie
Turn around let me see how you would
Do me Do me
ghetto platinum *honkey* rippin it
Take that to the bank get a deposit slip and fill it out
For a hundred thou, turn around and shove it in yo mouth
Do
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,

I disconnect the phones
shit, westside represent, 
money and dope fuck a bitch, I'm a balla and a pimp 
Nigga we real ridas, ain't no studio killas 
Leavin them hurt, doin
and I'm, I'm so fly, and you, you're so not (nope)
Show me what you're workin' wit just like that (like that)
Turn around, bend over, bring it back (bring
thing you know she's on the flo'
Dancin, she wants some mo'
Her ex-boyfriend he'll never know
She's still sprung, can't tell her nuttin
She was young,
around for the go down 

Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town 

And have it my way, jewlery parvay 

Mack 10 got your hottie hot
had a trick wit me.


Chorus X2:


Don't turn around (Give me the fuckin' cheese trick)

Don't make a sound (Show me where them keys at)

Lay it
turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over music

Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music
I
a single moment I'mma pass by

The hour's now
The base is loud
The disco lights
Shinin' through the crowd
We're holdin' time in our hands and it stops
em on 12 comin' back 21
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
I don't need no pyrex, gimme
[Chorus]
First I'm gone stack my flo' (and then what?)
Then I'm gone stack some mo' (and then what?)
Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest
on the livin, and trippin to get hit it
Turn around flip and then get you into deep shitted
Pussy was imbedded and get it your indebted
You could make a penny
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
nights wit burna in hand cause now a days them jackas plot
Jealousy turn friends ta foes im packin' glocks around tha clock
Stackin' nots and mackin'
But I will turn it down so you can go to sleep

So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep
Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had

Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks