Lyrics:
for sure.
Flo Rida, Groundhogs always show love before.
Dammit been paying dues, now its my time to blow.
Even when 50 come through, he don't roll no
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
on the mag
Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack
Well cause I'm young gettin' money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac's
I'm in the club with my King
oh, smokey (feel so good)
get fresh
flo rida, supa fly, yeah
ay when you take em to da mall and ya spend alot a money,
might not answer when they
patrick star
And I might win some people over with that flo rida
I'm ahead of this music game by light years
I'm the definition of swag bitch it's rite
only cash [X2]
Everythin' safe, gotta walk-in safe
Treadmill rapper still runnin' in place
All these meals I can share my plate
Flo Rida full yeah
my name
We was at the shop I'm buying you things
I never understood how I got you
You dutty whine for me baby
Flo Rida get low for me baby
Busta
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
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
Flowing like Flo Rida (flowing like Flo Rida)
Roll out with the Benz inna day, inna night ah the Black Spider, uh
From me likkle bit mama told me, "Reach
cold
I gets money all day like the toll, bitch
I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw
I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw, I'm raw
I got my brim low, all I can
a hunnid m'z im all in 20 in.
shinin like a diamond yea we ballin
(FLO-RIDA)
hold right deer from da blu coast my colors r pepsi
i exist on both coast in
I'm gettin' money all day! Everyday!
(Wit' my hoodie on!)
Baby lookin' good over there!
(Wit' the hoodie on!)
Hustlers! Gangstas! Bustas! Ridas
Hey real girls get, down
Get, down
Get, down
Get
Hey real girls get, down
Get, down
Get, down
Get
Say real girls get down on the flo'
Gone and pop
blessed me two boys and a girl
Two dead 'cause I lost to this world
Crossed over like Flo Rida
Only my squad they both sliding
Money and power they both
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Flo Rida!
I'm in the club
Kush got it burnin' up
I'm poppin' bottles n I'm fuckin' up the furnituh
I'm in
need to leave it
Flow in that mirage
Flo-flo-low in that mirage
We in this high rise top-floor penthouse suite
Flow in that mirage
Flo-flo-low in that
my flow is coke
I got that Medellin for ya
And I be riding all day, in my Low Rider
I get high like elevators
But this ain't Flo-Rida
No writer can't
mm-hmm
Let that shit rock out for a second, uh-huh
We dippin', slidin', driftin', wildin', ambitions of a rida-da-da-da-dah
We dippin', slidin', driftin',
mama nail oops
And shot at them fools who touch your brother now boo
And now you goin' tell me we should slow it down, who?
Not Flo Rida I provide
(you're chasing that paper)
Eyes low but I'm still watching outsiders
Bony girl know that she rolling with a rida
Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside
Man that shit so funk, so dope
These hoes don't want no smoke
I know this flos like woah, like wait
Like oh shit
Lil bro bout to blow
I exhale indoor
hallucinating
Get new money get new problems
That is not a new equation
Bet them bullets going to go back n forth
Cause we dont do debating
Man I swear my flo so
Lookin' like George Bush never
Found Bin Laden
Rick James used to let me drive his lowrider
Bloods in Miami and I ain't
Talkin' bout Flo Rida
Got my nigga
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