Lyrics:
to the flo'
Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?
I wanna, li-li-li-lick
oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
(Ride out now, ride out now)
Give me the green light
Baby, I got the Midas, I'm Flo Rida
You know
get it we gon show em how
baby, baby get rida him
you see the kid in him
you gotta let him go (oh)
you know you wanna get rida him
cuz i aint no kid
things got hairy between you and me
I brushed it off like a pet groomer
Why would you let the Grammys that we got get to ya
Why
The kings and queens
Drop top, drip`a на мені океан
Я сам з собою, ніколи себе не покидав
Просиш пиріг, but I poke it out
Свистиш в мене стиль як Flo Rida
Drop top,
you want it
Mine the kind to give a nigga hope
When they down and out
Nigga dig a hole so deep, ain't no climbin' out
I hear 'em talking hella
had a relevate
Wyclef, Flo Rida here to tell it man
To the left, move, hurt for suffering
I lose myself when I think about my people's slain
If I
fuck on the low
Shawty wanna shake it on the flo
Shorty wanna go when I go
Shorty wanna go when I go
Shorty wanna fuck on the low
Shawty wanna shake it
want a rida in a g
Gotta show her how i ride in the streets
Now she wanna make love in the sheets
So i did the opposite and fucc her to sleep
This a dope
Go we get it
Yeah Right
Go!
Get it goin
That heat I keep it flowing
Freak somebody the party
We show up and it's snowing
(That's cold)
Hace frio
day, all day
And baby we can do it your way
I dutty whine for you baby
Flo Rida get low for me baby
Busta Rhymes make it clap for you baby
On time
boutta turn up
Me Rida and Wetty
We throw money like confetti
I don't think that y'all are ready
Keep the sex just want the heady
We get saucy like
ain't here for nothin' only cash
[Flo Rida]
Everythin' safe, gotta walk-in safe
Treadmill rapper still runnin' in place
All these meals I can share
and runnin' and)
Flo Rida, girl you got me runnin' round
What a perfect misses
My misses still eat McDonald's taste delicious
Primadonna, not this one, so
on her knees
I'm ready if it's a problem, she sexy, Flo Rida hotter
Come test me get that revolver, ya messy just like a mobster
My broads deserve
seem potent
I’m still doing what they can’t do,these niggas rap but they don’t flow
Document that shit like a go pro, ain’t no Flo Rida but she go low
burned
[Chorus]
Player on my hands
I got a real jabber on my hands
I got a faker on my hands
Got a real liar on my hands
[Flo Rida]
Tell it
soft drop top that's fo sho.
Flo Rida, Groundhogs always show love before.
Dammit been paying dues, now it's my time to blow.
Even when 50 come
"Oh, what you got? You even got a Patek, bruh? (Nah)
I got a 16-car garage in my mansion, love (right)
I know Dr. Dre, people at Interscope
And by
loca bringin brisco back but flo rida called on my t mo
Black... berry and I told em where we at bout to hit in fact and
Diamonds in fact flo rida hard
air forces white tank and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet
This bank I get style we all that
it go like so
And keep it low, like flo
Rida, said before, but oh, well
gon back it up if we throw some more Aye hold up this shit on tha flo
She gon back it up if we throw some more
I say you look good
Gon and back that ass
me sight
Origini F.)lo rida boy
Ya know it comes tolls
Don't mess wit de'vil then I really gotta get lil ill
Cause I can play note tote that fye we
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