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Текст песни:

[CHORUS:]
Damnit I′m proud to buy my own bag of weed
Found me a hood that′ll help plant my seed
I got bail money they fuck with me
(Cause in my hood err nigga gotta eat) [x5]

[VERSE 1:]
I know where I come from
Niggas gotta grow
Penny bitchin for paper till you poppin big bucks
Give it a blow they cock it ain′t no telling with them thugs
Dealers straight out da projects only felon that′ll bust
Some shit you don′t discuss
Snitches they get them stubs
Damnit I′m proud to buy my own bag to fill my dutch
Planted my own seed now a month without bud
Granted I got the fee and we don′t pump the same blood
You need that new Mercades
Home of that color gravy
How the hell you gonna pay me
I made a deal to 380
Tell me I′m acting shady
I try to ignore the lazy
Set my brains on the deli
If mine arrest me I′m ready

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2:]
Chow I had that dinner platter meals on deck
Cash coming that currency to earn that respect
Money machines measuring making sure you collect
Rolling that dice game you better be stomping best
Keep it moving like chess
Look for ya new address
Proof of ghetto for sex
That make the culprits go wreck
Hope the fay of the fruits of ya label mama impress
Don′t know whoever knew you could point at you through the stress
That drama on the block
All them run-ins with cops
Couldn′t afford shoes was happy 2 pair of socks
Steady paying ya dues that landed you in the box
Other niggas confused you asked them to borrow crop.

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3:]
Crying erryday big breaks on they grain
Preparly marinate a million strong keep the change
Challange that generate we gotta tone it with a crain
Hustlas for that bank be aware that we untaimed
Duckets we deranged
Muscle the day I change
Melica off in that hood come get you that′s point blank
Hit you it′s all good
Hit dis before a game
Women tell us hes never survivin that chedar lane
You see we want it all
Yea we breakin the law
Buy it Sell it Cook it that′s a merry thang if it′s raw
Anyway you put it tell the folks we breakin the law
Sing it so I took it and if you tell a nigga that′s all

[CHORUS]

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

My lawnmower home, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
My rake′s in the shed, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
Plow in the world, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
I′m ′bout to lose my head ′cause my hoe′s still missin, like it′s greener on the other side.

I take care of the yard, everyday, I don′t know why my hoe got missin.
My rake in good condition, my lawnmower in position.
I ain′t done a damn thing wrong for my hoe to get up and get missin.
Now I′d be wrong if I was to dig up the dirt and I saw for myself then witness.
Well I′d tell you about my hoe, never had restrictions.
I guess more green was her attention, I shoulda kept that hoe in the kitchen.
Got me on a mission, left my shed without permission.
I′m sheddin′ tears messin up my vision, this hoe gon′ make me go to prison.

My lawnmower home, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
My rake′s in the shed, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
Plow in the world, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
I′m ′bout to lose my head ′cause my hoe′s still missin, like it′s green on the other side.

That hoe cost me my job, I′m afraid I shoulda learned mo′ about the business.
A hoe is good for diggin′, I shoulda know this from the beginnin′.
I don′ got caught slippin′ now I′m trippin out the door somebody else found interest.
Throw my hoe until I found out until I find out different. Better to know then have intuitions.
Who been in my yard, why would anybody split us apart.
I never thought that hoe would get to my heart, I found out right off this bitch came from a bar?
Why this hoe ain′t in somebody garage. I was a gentlemen right from the start.
Ever since I put the hoe in my touch, now this bitch won′t even spare me the rod.

My lawnmower home, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
My rake′s in the shed, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
Plow in the world, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
I′m ′bout to lose my head ′cause my hoe′s still missin, like it′s green on the other side.

7 years now it′s all over, now hold on goin′ gotta feel me brah.
Left my home, no sign of luck. I try to drink petron so all the memories gone.
All the pain I′m trying to pour it in my cup. Bought the hoe my last couple of bucks.
Lost a hoe I never felt this crush, like cushion a dutch, never this much.
If I woulda known my hoe was just temporary.
And I ain′t talking about the hoe you find in the dictionary.
I feel like going to war like the military.
Somebody gon′ have to visit the cemetery.

My lawnmower home, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
My rake′s in the shed, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
Plow in the world, but my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′, my hoe′s still missin′.
I′m ′bout to lose my head ′cause my hoe′s still missin, like it′s greener on the other side.

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Hey this my jam
Y′all don′t understand
I′ll make you understand
What′s pumpin′ in my CD player, player
Party all night like yayer, yayer
Shawty got her hands in the ayer, ayer
Make me want to take it dare

Then I go, here I go, here this my song
DJ bring it back, I′m in my zone
I keep payed for that cop and them bones
When they guap until the early mornin′

I need that coke when I′m up in the club
Even my Chevy that pull up on dubs
Give me that drop ya know bass like the drug
Ya momma hot if she might show me love
Oh hot damn
Celebrate to the A.M.
My love is so much it′s got me saying

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer

Hey I just might start, the way
Like I′m in a ball game, do my thing
Hands up high, got money in the bank
I′m so fly, 7/40 7 flang
Rock it, don′t stop it

How I got my name
Baby keep poppin′, you might get the thing
Walk the red carpet, won′t see you the same
I give the startin′ now give it more mayne

Fly with me, fly with me
The rider representing gotta fly with me
Make me, throw it up, box
In the, in the club
Go ahead and pull it up
Gotta wonder how it does get buck

You′re showin′ off that stare, stare
I′m hood so it′s really unfair, fair
Look good, shorty gonna get bare, bare
We trip Mama City like the mayor, mayor

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer
Throw my hands in the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer
Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer

Aye, now stop
Whoa, put your hands in the air
It′s a stick-up, stick-up, stick-up
A stick-up, touch the ceiling baby

(Throw my hands in the)
Put your hands up
(Throw my your hands in the)
Put your hands up
(Throw my hands in the)
Put your, put your hands in the
(Throw my hands in the ayer, ayer)

Put your hands up, to the sky, to the sky
Wave them, wave them round and round and side to side, side to side
It′s a party, shawty go on and touch the roof, touch the roof
And we got them bottles poppin′ at my booth

So throw your hands in the ayer
Touch the ceiling baby
Feel it, feel it baby
Throw your hands up

Oh hot damn, this is my jam
Keep me partying till the a.m.
Y′all don′t understand
Make me throw my hands
In the ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer

Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer
Throw them hands up

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

You can be my shone (x 12)

Heyyyy

[Verse 1:]
Ok lil mama I know your kind and I like ′em grown
Do this do that never hold back I think I′m ready come on
Sh-shorty I see you throwing that body, it′s what I want
I gotta be in the zone let′s start off sippin Patrone
However, whenever, whatever this here what I′m all about
Spit cheddar to whoever get better put on I′m a give you this crown
Forever and ever on schedule, yea baby I′m a take it to the top
I′m a take you to the spot
I′m a show you what I got
But you gotta make it drop,
Keep it poppin, never stop- hey
Action, no problem I really got dollars so baby get straight to the business
Poppin them collars a ho if I holla I′m lookin for shorties with thickness
I be your personal fitness
Girl I′m a get you addicted
So could it be mine, would you be mine, want you be mine, can you be mine

[Chorus: Pleasure P]
Can you be my action
Cause from the way that you′re dancin I know you got it goin on tonight
Baby you can be my action
And I turn on the lights and cameras as soon as I can get you home tonight
Can you be my action
Heyyy (You can be my shone, you can be my shone)
You can be my, you can be my - we shonin′
Baby you can be my action
You can be my- whoaaa

[Verse 2:]
You can be my action
Penny size attraction
I really got a fetish she bowlegged that′s my attraction
Set it off there baby with the blackberry that′s my collection
Wanna do on everything that sexiness is my passion
Whatever you like, we turn off the lights go ahead show me you′re back strong
The end of the night they keepin me right got stacks to blow like a saxophone
Do ya thang mama keep killing ′em
Dead presidents I′m peelin them
For the record ya know contestin so shorty keep grillin ′em
All the way all day don′t play get to the point raise the temperature
So hot, celebrate gala lips wanna give you this cake let′s get physical
Baddest in the club do that baby ooh too much
Test my luck let me touch be direct and let me come

[Chorus: Pleasure P]
Can you be my action
Cause from the way that you′re dancin I know you got it goin on tonight
Baby you can be my action
And I turn on the lights and cameras as soon as I can get you home tonight
Can you be my action
Heyyy (You can be my shone, you can be my shone)
You can be my, you can be my - we shonin′
Baby you can be my action
You can be my- whoaaa

[Pleasure P:]
I live in Hollywood but I still be in the ′jects
Shawties wanna holla when they see what′s on my neck
My money very long and I ain′t gotta make it stretch
And when I say shone I be talkin bout sex
Say little mama you know I′m a make you holla
Walk in the club and we gon toss a couple dollas
Pop a few bottles make the hatas wanna follow
Ain′t nothin wrong you grown, so baby can you be my

[Chorus: Pleasure P]
Can you be my action
Cause from the way that you′re dancin I know you got it goin on tonight
Baby you can be my action
And I turn on the lights and cameras as soon as I can get you home tonight
Can you be my action
Heyyy (You can be my shone, you can be my shone)
You can be my, you can be my - we shonin′
Baby you can be my action
You can be my- whoaaa

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go

[Flo Rida]
I know you wanna get behind the wheel Only 1 Rida
Eyes shut still got me swimming like a diver
Can′t let go I got fans in Okinawa
My heart to japan quake losers and surviours
Norway no you didn′t get my flowers
No way to sound better but the killer was a Coward
Face just showers, the minute in a hour
Heard about the news all day went sour
Lil mama got me feeling like a limit here
Put you in the box just the presidents cigarettes
Give em my regards or regardless I get arrested
Ain′t worried about the killers just the young & restless
Get mad coz the quarter million on my necklace
DUI never said I was driving reckless
You & I or jealously was not oppressive
Oh no I can′t stop I was Destined

I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go

[Flo Rida]
Champagne buckets still got two tears in it
And I put that on my tattoo of Jimi Hendrix
Get depressed coz the outfit all in it
Coz the press tell it all get a meal ticket
Clean next get a call just a lil visit
Sacrifice just to make a hit still vivid
Rihanna kiss you on ya neck just kill critics
Buggatti never when I′m rich, just god fearing
Look at me steering, got the bossing staring
Mr mike caren, tell his Billie Jeans
Im on another planet
Thank E-Class, Big Chuck or Lee Prince Perries
Buy my momma chandeliers on my tears dammit
Thirty years you had thought these emotions vanish
Tryna live tryna figure how my sister vanish
No cheers I know you wouldn′t panic

I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go

When I need a healing, I just look up the the ceiling
I see the sun coming down I know its all better now

When I need a healing, I just look up the the ceiling
I see the sun coming down I know its all better now

When I need a healing, I just look up the the ceiling
I see the sun coming down I know its all better now

When I need a healing, I just look up the the ceiling
I see the sun coming down I know its all better now

I know, I know, I know, I i i, I think of letting go

I know
Caught up in the middle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go
Oh no
Gave up on the riddle
I cry, just a little
When I think of letting go

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

Let’s hit the sweet spot away, way, way, I
I’m ready to go, I want candy tonight,
Let’s hit the sweet spot away, way, way, I
I’m ready to go, I want candy tonight,

Yeah, I wanna take you back to my spot
You can be the candy girl in my shop
We both know what we craving, why not?
Make tonight, first flight with no stops
Girl you know, I run a love game, never play uno
You wanna leave, follow me to the 2 door
Rock your culo, love it when you call me your papi chulo
I got a thing for you, you got a thing for me
Heard she kissed the milky way and the bring to life your fantasies
As we hit them up so make cool a
Touch them to make the seas split 2 ways
You’re in love with that too girl, don’t play
I’m just waiting to hear you say

Let’s hit the sweet spot away, way, way, I
I’m ready to go, I want candy tonight,
I gotta taste and I’m, hooked on you for life
My, oh my, hit the sweet spot tonight

Yeah, I wanna hit the spot and make you hot
And make you feel like everybody need to have it this week
Baby just a hit, just speak, I got your candy Shawty
Come around give it to you that deep
Uh, don’t you get me started, hit the after party
All the night, …to a freak that I take you home
Make you moan, watch the throne
And yeah mama I’m the … kicks, gotta love it
If you want it you can have it, no question
Been a whole lot of rubber that I’m touching
What you know about the candy I’m hustling, mustling
Taking that Russian
Bring it back like baby who you rushing
I feel ready, now my talk is sweet…
I’ll be the first to give your body sweet justice
So pack a luggage and let’s let’s

Let’s hit the sweet spot away, way, way, I
I’m ready to go, I want candy tonight,
I gotta taste and I’m, hooked on you for life
My, oh my, hit the sweet spot tonight

Feel your guilty pleasure, come and get it tonight
You gonn get it tonight, oh ah, oh ah
Know what your body’s craving baby
I’ma bring you to life
You gonn get it tonight
Don’t be shy, let me take you for a ride
Know what your body’s craving baby
I’ma bring you to life
You gonn get it tonight, oh ah, oh ah

Let’s hit the sweet spot away, way, way, I
I’m ready to go, I want candy tonight,
I gotta taste and I’m, hooked on you for life
My, oh my, hit the sweet spot tonight.

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
Love is nice when it’s understood
Even nicer when it makes you feel good
You got me trippin′ why our love is old
Come on baby, let the good times roll (x5)

[Flo Rida]
It’s like Woodstock city, brand new billion
And bark to the music, sucker than a psychic
My heart beat acoustic, moves like Hendrick
Walk to a fire, then I flame and kiss it
Go hard in my lambo, strikes and a visit
To meeting in the rain, gotta roll with the vision
Vision of a good time, all I wanna know
When the party gon′ stop, let the good times roll
Come on let’s go, you got another minute
Get the party on the roll, ain’t nothing like the feeling
When you’re winning in your soul
The wheel keep spinning, only got one love
Stop, stop the show, and stop, stop the flow
The world ain’t ready cause I rock the globe
So act like you know, act like you know
Act like you know, just what to do
When the good times roll

[Chorus]
Love is nice when it’s understood
Even nicer when it makes you feel good
You got me trippin′ why our love is old
Come on baby, let the good times roll (x5)

Roll is on, everybody come to get the taste of the bomb
Feeling wild shopper when you’re bad to the bone
Gotta be the hottest when you shine like chrome
Gotta find that tone, has a mind of its own
Love while I’m sposed to look around and it’s gone
Love while I’m sposed to up hold it down for this crown
Just like her, I’m already gone,
Let the good times go

All I wanna lock, lock, up in this drop top
Pull up in the Chevy so classy and hot, hot, hot
Pockets full and heavy got you screaming what you got got
What you tryna say, I know I already rock, rock
Gotta let go, pedal to the floor
So incredible, so much better with the flow
Ready for the show, like i′m singing hey yo
Do it like a pro, let the good times roll, roll, roll, roll...

And let’s go all night, all night
Wake up the club and let’s go all out, all out
More drinks for us, toast for the good times
Where they last forever, we’re youngs, yeah the good times
Raise your glass, let’s all have some fun

[Chorus]
Love is nice when it’s understood
Even nicer when it makes you feel good
You got me trippin′ why our love is old
Come on baby, let the good times roll (x5)

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

[Intro - T-Pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to ′em
Let me talk to ′em
Mmmmmmm
Let me talk to ′em
C′mon!

[T-Pain]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin′ at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok′s with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
C′mon!

[Flo-Rida]
I′ve never seen somethin′ that′ll make me go
This crazy all night spending my do′
Had the million dollas vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual
She was flexible professional
Drinkin′ nexenol
Hold up wait a minute! Do I see what I think. I whooaaaah!!!

Did her thing seen shawty get low
Ain′t the same when it′s up that close
Make it rain I′m makin′ it snow
Work the pole I gotta bang bro′
I′mma say that I perfer the no clothes
I′m into that I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her mo′
Cash ain′t a problem I know where it go

[T-Pain]
She had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin′ at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok′s with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
C′mon!

[Flo-Rida]
Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and they ready for showin′
Cadillacs layed back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks that′ll make your moan
1 stack (come on) 2 stacks (come on) 3 stacks (come on)
Now thats 3 grand
What you think I′m playin′ baby-girl I′m the man
I′m dealing rubberbands
Thats, when I threw her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over,
That heny and cola got me like a soldier
She ready for rover, I couldn′t control her
So lucky on me I was just like clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

[T-Pain]
Apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin′ at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok′s with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
C′mon!

[Flo-Rida]
Whoooah shawty, yeah she was worth the money.
Lil′ mama took my cash
And I ain′t want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tatoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it, make me want it
2 in the morning I′m zoned in
Them rosee bottles foaming
She wouldn′t stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal was fired just like my glock
Mmmmmmm....

[T-Pain]
Apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin′ at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok′s with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
C′mon

corrected by VooDoo-Diablo

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

(Intro [Nelly Furtado])
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na (x4)

(Chorus [Nelly Furtado])
When I say jump, you say how high
I ain’t never seen nobody, how they get so high
Like a bird, like a plane, this party got me insane
This party got me insane, so jump jump jump jump

(Verse 1 [Flo Rida])
Now I’m gon take it to the roof
Everybody with me got they own parachute
You ain’t scared of heights when you sippin on Goose
Party all night like I’m flyin jet new?
You ain’t never seen nobody get this loose
Shawty actin naughty with her body, what it do
Jump to this man, bump to this man
Stomp to this man, crunk to this man
Got another hit man
Hold up, I wanna go up, don’t wanna throw up
My clique pour up, and every bad chick know us
Dance, the boy got us all feelin high
Ask, the shawty, I’m a astronaut
High rollin baby like I’m jumpin on fire
Super Bowl pimp good Year on tire
Can I be a bird, I gotta be fly
Butterfly and spur, and I got a couple words

(Chorus [Nelly Furtado])
x2

(Verse 2 [Flo Rida])
When I run up in the club, jump in, then I gotta be there
Check it out, shawty like Nike Air
Up up and away take it off like mere?
NBA ballin, I don’t care
Now what do you do when you see you a shawty and she make it bounce in the room?
Hey girl, come on baby, you a fine sexy lady, can I get on your hot air balloon?
Sky high, still clubbin like I’m part of the mile high
Ears poppin, Bubbalicious help me get right
Keep poppin in position after midnight
Moese? fried chicken up in NY
Jigga what, don’t it feel good
Houston? We gonna jump ship, all aboard
Come around me, and we’ll parlay, we’re throwed?
Cali is jumpin, hit the switch on the 6 4

(Chorus [Nelly Furtado])

(Break down) [Flo Rida]
Come on and jump, jump, jump (x3)
[All my ladies] get down, get down, get down
[All my ladies] get down, get down, get down
[All the fellas] jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
[All the fellas, the ladies, the fellas, the ladies, let me see you]

(Chorus [Nelly Furtado])
x2

(Break down)
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down

(Outro [Nelly Furtado])
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na (x4)

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

You and me (just you and me)
Just me and you
You and me (just you and me)
Emotions
Emotions i feel
(these are the emotions i feel)
Emotions are real
(i know that emotions are real)
Cause you are my love
(you are my love, you are my love baby, you are my love)
I got emotions
You got emotions

[Verse 1]
We need to be together
He ain′t gone buy you nothin better
I don′t wanna depress ya
I don′t mess with them heffers
Baby you under pressure
All my entire levels
All them gifts on the regular
Brand new phantom umbrella
You wrong girl
We even got matchin perfume and cologne girl
Aint no other nigga gon be touchin your thong girl
You mine aint no denyin
Even witness me cryin
Take some time to rewind
This bullshit
Two human beings in love
Naw not like this
See you makin me cuss
Damn right i′m pissed
It was supposed to be us
This is ridiculous
Cause it was supposed to be us

[Chorus]
Just you and me (just you and me)
Just me and you (just me and you)
Just you and me (you and me)
I can′t let it go
Emotions i feel
(these are the emotions i feel)
Emotions are real
(i know that emotions are real)
Cause you are my love
(you are my love, you are my love baby, you are my love)
I got emotions
You got emotions

[Verse 2]
I got your name tattoo′d
You think that′s enough fo make me to go nuts like cashews
Knock my soul like we be callin black fool
I mean devil knows you prolly fucked another dude
I gave you that rose, that ring when i proposed to you
Got rid of my gold teeth cause your mama nail oops
And shot at them fools who touch your brother now boo
And now you gon tell me we should slow it down..who?
Not Flo-Rida i provide the campbell soup
We′ll sit by the dock
I spoon plagethera flu
You gots to be hot
Women, i ain′t bout to lose
Get out this house
I pay tuiton on yo school
I mean to my knowledge
Until the end it′s me and you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I don′t care what those other people say
They don′t understand
Why i feel this way
Baby i don′t care what those other people say
They don′t understand
Emotions
Just you and me (just you and me)
Just me and you (just me and you)
Just you and me (just you and me)
I can′t let it go
Emotions i feel
Emotions are real
Cause you are my love
Emotions
You and me

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

(Wynter)
Da double dee double di (x7)
My lips like sugar (x2)
This candy got you sprung (x2)
So call me your sugar (x2)
You love you some (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x3)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di
Sugar

(Flo Rida)
Hey, I’ve got a mouth full of cavities.
Sweet tooth, full of mama, like sugar to me.
So my love with the lips, put a bug in the ear tone.
Shawty gotta kiss, it’s an emergency.
Spit sprung for the taste, addicted to her gloss.
Won’t smile this way, baby I rub it off.
Put my tongue in your face
A little mistletoe, sippin’ Gram I A.
I’m a fan all day.
Do me that favor, cuz I like your flavor.
My manage behavior; I’m into your major.
Sweeter so flavor, that’s good for this player.
My hood, now and later, throw back like a pager.
Pretty much, you’re givin’ me a sugar rush.
Lil mama, give me high blood pressure when you blush.
Lips feel soft as a feather when we touch, Shawty that’s what’s up.

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar (x2)
This candy got you sprung (x2)
So call me your sugar (x2)
You love you some (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x3)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di
Sugar

(Flo Rida)
Hey, Sh Shawty would you mind, cuz I want me some.
Now and later, I don’t wanna have to wait, you the one.
Yep! Yep! Your vision. So, so delicious.
Can’t help my interest, candy addiction.
Wanna peace, to a piece gotta get a piece.
I don’t know a piece, Give me all your sweets.
Bottom and top lip, bout to have a sugar feast.
Level with our trip, I’m a lip bitin’ beast.
Man for them things, all 42 teeth.
Squeeze the sugar cane on your mouth, must beat.
Ain’t your mama slirp, stickin’, usin’ my tree.
Like taffy but classy, get at me.
I’m flyly Let you know I wanna kiss.
But your lips, they’ll do me fine.
Now baby don’t trip with the juicy kind.
Get, get on the grip, Girl you ain’t lyin’.

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar (x2)
This candy got you sprung (x2)
So call me your sugar (x2)
You love you some (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x7)
Sugar

(Flo Rida)
You like my sugar, my sugar.
You so sweet, so sweet.
Like my candy, my candy
You so sweet, so sweet.
I got a good appetite with you on me, on me.
I’ll wrap you out of them clothes.
You my treat, my treat.
Girl you my sugar, I call you Candy
And tonight I’m gonna get me some, get me some.
Girl you my sugar, I call you Candy
And tonight I’m gonna get me some, get me some sugar.

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar (x2)
This candy got you sprung (x2)
So call me your sugar (x2)
You love you some (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x3)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di
Sugar

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin′, I′ll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin′ on it, instead of bet it
It′s that money, don′t make no money, buddy I′m ready
Can I get it? It′s win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin′, we didn′t hit it, now pay your dues

[J-Bo]
Now when it comes to gettin′ that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don′t know, there′s money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it′s just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you′d be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin′ what′s given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin′ up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain′t no game
So pick up on your pimpin′, get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Sean Paul]
Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
No bumpin′ heads, when it come to gettin′ this paper
Im a player, runnin′ wit the, hand that was dealt
Flippin′ my work, ridin′ the left, fully equipped
Aint fuckin′ wit hoes, unless talkin ′bout bread
Duckin′ these streets, givin′ these strangers some head
Bringin′ it back, makin′ sho′, my pockets swole
Workin′ the streets, now they know they my hoes

[J-Bo]
I must ain′t had it, I gotta get it
Nothin′ to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
Shakin′ these haters down the line, they somethin′ wicked
You on a roll then pay yo′ dues, then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar ′round this world, there′s nothin′ better
But keep it boomin′ like a system, thru any weather
Stackin′ my green, that′s somethin good, I′m on a mission
Trappin′ hard just like I should, no penny pinchin′
And for the gold, we steady missin′, and reminisin′
Buy some S, ain′t even hittin′, so stop yo′ flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There ain′t no playin′ wit my thang when you see my foe
Act like ya know

I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

If you like my body touch me
Touch me, touch me, touch me
Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me
Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me

Hey, I like it when you′re tellin′ me to keep in touch
All over your body, rub it like good luck
Lovers stand up, shawty, keep me doin′ too much
Hands where they ought to be, unleash that stuff

And no apology, the freaks don′t fuss
Quicksand quality, it′s goin′ down pretty rough
Brand new wit it, all about that rush
Keep tellin′ me to feel it and it′s just my luck

I′ma help you make that movie
You know my job ′cause I like my duty
Hit ′em all of the minor groupies
She a dog, I′ma let her meet Snoopy

Round of applause, make it clap like a Uzi
Lemme pause on the cue like Suzy
Set it off to the top with a goof
Lil′ mama, it′s your call, I hear ya, I heard ya say

Touch me, baby
Touch me all night long
Touch me, baby, yeah

Yeah, I′m into that talk, I′m into that walk
Got a thing for them dollars and it′s all my fault
Let my second head tell it, "I′ma break you off"
Yeah, tell ′em I said they got a whole lot of balls

Mr. Go Hard, shawty, if it′s that soft
I wanna grab that, have that delivered to the boss
I′ma rump and a jump and a stump with a cause
For that hump automatic hit the window to the wall

Yeah, I wanna get right wit ya already
Hold it down partner, baby, now come on, lady
You invited to the shone party got a fetish
You decided when a grown man with it, baby

All out to the spot like it′s on freely
Understand I do it big to the guap heavy
While a mama feelin′ hot take her to the telly
I don′t like ′em scary like the girls who hit my celli like

Touch me, baby
Touch me all night long
Touch me, baby, yeah

I like you sexy, I want you next to me
Let′s leave a legacy, got me feelin′ like ecstasy
And a little bit of jealousy, it′s all about your melody
Right where I care to be, shawty glad that′s definitely a felony

Want me to touch her, that′s cool
I′ll spend my paper on you
And pick you up in my coupe
And make it do what it do

Shawty, don′t get it confused
You shone and we can get loose
All night I′m breakin′ the rules
Go hard, I like when you say

Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me
Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me

Touch me, baby
Touch me all night long
Touch me, baby, yeah

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

[Intro/Chorus: Flo Rida]
She had Hennessy hips, and Belve′ eyes
Grey Goose on her lips, and cognac thighs
I′m hungover (hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)
She had a bubble like Cris′, Patron all night
Had one mo′ sip, too drunk to drive
I′m hungover (hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover)

[Flo Rida:]
Hey hey hey shorty, took me to tipsy from sober
Looked at me so fatigued, I must be her soldier
Hopin she wouldn′t tease and get in my Rover
Lil′ momma you got to breathe like diamonds supposed ta
Come closer, can I hold ya, just what I need
Like my Gucci loafers, hold the, disappointment - must be sealed inside
Bowlegged woman that′s what I need, I don′t mind
Like how she flaunt it, see that′s my speed, she a dime
Thought for a moment how could this be so fine?
Body bangin, I lay the language, that walk is famous
The proper anus like she was painted
She got me tainted, I gotta brang it, this woman dangerous
None other, who′s her lover, this above her
Get it from her mother, did it to her brother
Magazine cover, glad to meet a hustler
Shorty whassup~! She had...

[Chorus]

[Flo Rida:]
Heyyy parking lot pimpin, yeah that′s the way I approached her
Hips went up and down like a roller coaster
Miss - got her attention, tapped her on the shoulder
Serious, she the business and I need closure
So hood and I′m startin, I′m blowin see no stuck up trumpin
Bugari I′m good and I smell like the fragrance of money
I′m sorry this lady take over just like a tsunami
She had on the Jacob, I′m rockin my platinum my money
This ain′t your normal every day baby
The type to drive nothin less than that 600 Mercedes
It′s rare that you find a woman so vicious on the daily
That grant all your wishes with looks to kill like a .380
I feel like she put me under a spell
Pretty ambitious about delicious full attention on the yell
Shorty ridiculous, I had a mission to conquer the gal
I put her on my tab, had her sippin, call a cab

[Chorus]

[Flo Rida:]
All my shorties if you with me, let me hear you say Ms. Hangover
(Ms. Hangover)
All my shorties if you with me, let me hear you say Ms. Hangover
(Ms. Hangover)
All my ballers if you with me, let me hear you say I′m hungover
(I′m hungover)
All my ballers if you with me, let me hear you say I′m hungover
(I′m hungover)
Ms. Hangover (Ms. Hangover)
Got me hungover (got me hungover)
I′m hungover (I′m hungover)
From Ms. Hangover (from Ms. Hangover)
Ms. Hangover (Ms. Hangover)
Got me hungover (got me hungover)
I′m hungover (I′m hungover)
From Ms. Hangover (from Ms. Hangover)

[Chorus]

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

(feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]
Look At Me Bitch
Look At Me Bitch
Look At Me Bitch
I′m An American Superstar

[CHORUS: x2]
[Flo Rida:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
Roses For The Bitches
Hoppin′ out the whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
And Roses For The Bitches
Hoppin′ out the whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures

[Flo Rida:]
Heavy Metal For Them Boys
Slanging Pedals For The Cash
Got An Appetite For Destruksion
You Can Call Me Axcel
Ask Me Bout What A Nikka Done Done
Ask Me Bout What A Nikka Do Well
Ask Me Were The Bricks Come From
That′s What A Snitch Nikka Do They Tell
I Don′t Want Nothing To Do With That Deal
If It′s Selected I′m Bringing Them Shells
Only Position For Me Is A Playa
That′s Right Playa
Better Get It Right Playa
I Have To Be In Emergency
Lucky For You If I′m Blowing My Trees
Come On My Nerve
No Regular me
It′s Somebody Shawty With Me On Her Knees
I′m Ready If There′s A Problem
She Sexy Flo Rida Holla
Don′t Test Me Get That Bro Harda
Get Messy Just Like A Mobster
My Brawls Deserve Lobsters
You Clowns Deserve Choppas
You Serve Like Jimmy Hoppa
American Showstoppa

[CHORUS: x2]
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
And Roses For The Bitches
Hoppin′ out the whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures
[Flo Rida:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
Roses For The Bitches
Hoppin′ out the whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures

[Lil Wayne:]
Look At Me Bitch
Look At Me Bitch
I got Money On Money On Money On Money
On Top Of More Money On Top Of My Shit Like Flies
Open That Ferriar F5 Like Eyes
Up And Down Ocean Drive
Jumping Out That MayBach With A Bitch Way Back To Tease Them Tighs
She Got A Tattoo On Her Booty And It Say 305
DJ Khalid Say It′s A Movie Now Don′t Forget Your Line
Cause You Don′t Want Me to Edit Before We Roll The Credits
Bitch Give Me My Credit
I′m So Energetic
I′m Fucking Like Rabbits Smoking On Lettuce
But What Ever I Want I Get It
I Meant It If I Said It
And I Say I Keep Pumping I Ain′t Talking Unleaded
If You Want It Come Get It
Cause Boy I′m Ready
I Get It Fast Fetty
They Should Call Me Tom Petty
Got Two Bitches One Peanut Butter Jelly
I′m An American Gangsta Already
And I′m An American Superstar

[CHORUS: x2]
[Flo Rida:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
Roses For The Bitches
Hoppin′ out the whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures
[Lil Wayne:]
I Got Guns For The Snitches
And Roses For The Bitches
Hoppin′ out the whip
Paparazzi Taking Pictures

[Lil Wayne:]
I′m An American Superstar
Yeah
I′m An American Superstar
Yeah
I′m An American Superstar
Yeah
Baby I′m An American Superstar
Yeah Uh Hu

@ Flo Rida

Текст песни:

(ft. J. Randall)

...to set it off
My ..in the building with me
..blame the alcohol,
Even though I’m a little bit tipsy
No pressure first .. the last call
Still ..to the room get ...spend on the wall
The hot girls always convince me .

My life never think twice.. a little more ..
...night ....first ...rollin..a good sight
So get high
Let me hear you say

Chorus:
Na na na na nah
I can’t wait till tomorrow
Got no time to borrow, let’s party right now
Na na na na nah ‘cause I do what I wanna
Just do what you wanna and party right now.
Let’s .. the floor and burn it up, burn it up
.just tell the Dj turn it up, turn it up,
Heyyy
Let’s party right now
Let’s party right now.


I came to party like it’s ‘999
Put the ... drink just like I’m ready to die
It’s time to let it go
Let’s drink of all ..there’s no .. look around
Shawty is not enough to know
We don’t speak ...so who’s the boss that would be ..Milano
No time to borrow because maybe tomorrow
I’ll be just ...where is ..

Chorus:
Na na na na nah
I can’t wait till tomorrow
Got no time to borrow, let’s party right now
Na na na na nah ‘cause I do what I wanna
Just do what you wanna and party right now.
Let’s .. the floor and burn it up, burn it up
just tell the Dj turn it up, turn it up,
Heyyy
Let’s party right now.

@ Flo Rida