Lyrics:
on the flo
Love it when I ride
Tell me to go slow
Leave by the morning I’m gone
Started talking we was cool
And we was comfortable
But you know I’m
Its a beautiful day
I'm just thankful I'm alive and free to enjoy it
Another day a loved one dies
Another day we look into the sky
Another day
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
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)
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
tande pa w
Non! Pa janm tandew pa w, genlè mwen soud
Puff puff pass! Kounya je mwen mwen koud
Jodi li ban m koud mwen, demen li ban m koud poud
Lè album
Work touched down right now gotta get it up and go
They aint feeling my pain
It was me n my gang we was sleeping on the flo'
They aint show us no
devotion
can’t stop now I’m too focused
i can’t see my opponent
I have been chosen
fully in motion
in the flo state for the moma
Widewake Smell the roses
petty hustlers out there
How to have it yo' way (okay); Get Dough Or Die (yeah) floss at all cost (yeah)
Cash out, mash out, brought to you by, Grand
flo'(To da flo') Cuz that hoe don't want no mo'(No mo')
that bitch bett have my dough(my dough) suck it suck it suck it
suck it suck it suck it suck it suck
looking for my solo album like Kennedy Jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry
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
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
Album ending
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths
When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin
up the beat, need a spoon (what?)
You know I'm Flo Milli and if it's a milli on the floor, I need me a broom
I'on tell hoes not 'cause hoes tell, I
Title : Ghetto Model
Artist : Master P f/ Theresa Esclovon
Album : Good Side Bad Side
[Theresa Esclovon]
I see something I want, and poppy that's
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
Spice 1
Too $hort, yup
Said I'm a real playa, yeah
Real playa
Playa
Playa
Whoever try to buy a new Benz, spend money on your friends
Written by: Darryl Hop Hill Jr.
[CHORUS]
Pop out , pop out (and let's go, let's go)
Pop out , pop out (and let's go, let's go)
Pop out , pop out
rolls
In the kitchen by the stove
R. Kelly bitch that's what I'm on
Leave me alone when I'm in my zone
Big ape king kong
Put her ass where she belong
Flee Fly Flo Flum
Phoebe Hunt (BMI) © 2012
Standing on the corner between consequence and clover
There's an apple cart ahead and I have yet to turn
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
Blow, blow-blow out a cloud of smoke, hypnotized, symbolized
(Bugz on the beat) blow out a cloud of smoke
Flo Milli shit (hypnotized)
Uh, uh, uh,
how it flo
Impressive I know that you know
I'm short but the money is tall
Im hot got 'em looking for fall
I dropped now I got it installed
I popped
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