Lyrics:
bout to hitcha wit dis scandal
Clock strikes it's twelve O clock
Bodies movin dance flo's hot
You shake it so dangerous Girl your so dangerous
Looked
G's with tha triple gold spokes
Creep in the door with my pockets on swole
Limp across tha flo like both of my legs broke
Slide to tha bar to get me
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
was never positive
Thought you was my rida chick
I guess I was lying then but I know
You’re very inconsistent
I thought I could handle it
Girl you
insane
I'm feelin superman I pulled off wit my Lois lane
You too real girl i had to change ya last name
She stayed down wit the flo before the cash came
in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada, gotcha koochie by the collar
(Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit
beaucoup burners on the flo'
Startin' to love this pain, now, bitch
I'm 'bout to go up flo'
I had brought you to the clique house
When we left out the bottom
chicken wings
Three times for my girls in the beauty shop
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how
or die
When it's time to go, you don't never question why
Forget the flo, wanna see you sitting high
And wave to them lames every time you riding by
Come
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Cocaine,
Bring it 'cross the water,
When it touch down,
2]
Tick, tick, tick,
Tell me something girl
Tick, tick, tick
Tell me something girl
You down to make it hot
It's that freaky deaky rida
wishes
By my side
I keep my mistress
Dat nina
The bitch so ignant
Girl dont start
An i won't finish
Ima star
I grant your wishes
By my side
I keep my
so good
Better by my lonesome, sure I know cause-
I can't even play with ya shawty
Make sense of the things you said last time we spoke girl
You
Girl you all I want
You wit me everywhere I go
By my side rocking out at shows
Drip yo body all out in gold
Always been solid never fold
You say you
some big fat titties
Held up, I gots to hit this
Baby girl thicker than grandma grits
Jump in the lake and swim for that fish
Most of 'em
I think I like this
I like this
Yeh, KayCee, what I look like
Now all the pretty girls put your hands up in the air
All the pretty girls put your
Girl u lookin so good
With my hands up on yo thigh
know it's gettin real crazy
Watchin life just pass us by
I can't even try and cap
I really like
Get low, get nasty
Get low, get nasty
Get low, get nasty
Get low, Yeah girl get nasty
Get nasty
Get nasty
Get nasty
Yeah girl get nasty
Be still for
friends on the dance flo
And they hyping each other up like go best friend go
Move that thang left to right girl lemme see it wiggle (Wiggle)
Now bounce it
lookin' for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say, every day she be givin' it up
There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin'
can't do nothing for you on that tip girl (I don't wanna eat it)
So you can keep that salmon sandwhich to yo' self (don't wanna eat it)
Well I kick it
Started on the ground flo'
Now you know it's going up
Started on the down low
Now we both showing up
Money all around me
Still feel alone though
widgital, yuh
Hop on my stallion I'm ready to trot
I'm missing Zelda, that girl was a thot
Guardians out, not taking breaks
If you by the castle, prepare
FLOW
YOU GOTTc FEEL ME FLOW
FEEL ME FLO-OH-OHHH
DINNERS BY THE COcST
SIPPING SOME WINE
I LIKE THE DRESSES YOU WEcR
UNZIP FROM BEHIND
BITING MY LIP
Discuss these girl by flo rida Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In