Showing posts with label Flo-rida. Show all posts
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Saturday, March 21, 2009

Flo Rida - Right Round Music Video and Lyrics

Flo Rida - Right Round Music Video and Lyrics
Flo Rida - Right Round

(Flo Rida)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
(Kesha)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down

(Flo Rida)
Hey
Hopped out of that house with my swagger
Hop in that with girl, I got places to go!
People to see, time is precious
I look at my crowd and they out of control
Just like my mind where Im going
No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes
No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role
I like my jewelry, thats always on gold
I know the storm is comin
my pockets keep tellin me its gonna shower
Call up my homies thats home
Then pop in the night cuz its meant to be ours
We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin
its platinum patron that be ours
Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers
Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs

(Flo Rida)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
(Kesha)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down

(Flo Rida)
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwin my money around
Aint nothin more beautiful to be found
Its goin down down.
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwin my money around
Aint nothin more beautiful to be found
Its goin down down

(Flo Rida)
Hey
Shawty must know Im not playin
My money love her like a numba one fan
Dont look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans
My Benjamin Franklin
A couple of grands, I got rubber bands
My paper planes makin a dance
Get dirty all night, thats part of my thing
Keep building castles thats made out of sand
Shes amazing, the fire blazing
Hotter than Cajun
Girl wont you move a lil closer?
Time to get paid, its maximum wage
That body belong on a poster
Im in a daze, that bottom is wavin at me
Like damn it I know you
You wanna show like a gun out of holster
Tell me whatever and Ill be your roper ..

(Flo Rida)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
(Kesha)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down

(Flo Rida)
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwin my money around
Aint nothin more beautiful to be found
Its goin down down
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwin my money around
Aint nothin more beautiful to be found
Its goin down down

(Flo Rida)
Im spendin my money
Im out of control
Somebody help me
Shes takin my bank roll.
But Im king of the club
And Im wearin the crown
Poppin these bottles
Touchin these models
Watchin they asses go down down
down down, down down [this line x4]

(Flo Rida)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
(Kesha)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
(Flo Rida)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
(Kesha)
You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Low - Flo-rida Music Video and Lyrics

Low - Flo-rida Music Video and Lyrics

Low - Flo-rida

Low
(feat. T-Pain)

[Intro - T-Pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Mmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
C'mon!

[Chorus (T-Pain):]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits 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 smack (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Flo-Rida]
I ain't never seen something that'll make me go
This crazy all night spending my doe
Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual
She was flexible professional
Drinking nexenol
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa
Did her thing seen shawty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain I'm making it snow
Work the pole I gotta bang bro
I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes
I'm in to 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

[Chorus (T-Pain)]

[Flo-Rida]
Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing
Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on), two stacks (come on), three stacks (come on)
Now that's three grand
What you think I'm playing baby girl I'm the man
I'm dealing rubberbands
That's 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

[Chorus (T-Pain)]

[Flo-Rida]
Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money
Little mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
Two 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 fire just like my glock

[Chorus (T-Pain)]
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Elevator - Flo-rida Music Video and Lyrics

Elevator - Flo-rida Music Video and Lyrics

Elevator - Flo-rida


(feat. Timbaland)

Hey Girl you're comin' with me your comin' with me
Hey Girl you're comin' with me your comin' with me
Hey Girl you're comin' with me your comin' with me
Hey Girl you're comin, ' come on...

Talk to me girl, Let me tell you girl.
Got you stuck on my elevator.
Get it up.On my ehh o ehh oh.

Hey
My first flo step want a gold digging woman
Money cash flow all big faced honeys
Frontin' on the floor got them d-boys running
Shorty got both broke can't see what's comin'
Wear them apple bottoms, wear them apple bottoms honey
Dolce and Gabbana and she get up on my money
Louie Von [? ]
See the carrots on her wrist now she pimps bugs bunny
Used to date Kanye now she want me
While I got my juice wanna take my OJ
It ain't her birthday with her name on a cake
If I ever play for grade A

Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!

First floor, stuck on the gold digger
Second floor, stuck on the dime piece
Third floor, stuck on the hood rat
Fourth floor, freak it I don't know cause
She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
She's stuck on my...

She gotta nail kit, she gotta hair kit
She gotta a Gucci bag, her brand new outfit
Stuck on my elevator, she on the second floor
Now I want you to break it down, DJ turn it up some more
Hey, dime piece girl turned to Internet hottie
Little mama got that top model body
South Beach preach throwing back-a-that bacardi
I'll bet you that brand new Fararri

Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!

First floor, stuck on the gold digger
Second floor, stuck on the dime piece
Third floor, stuck on the hood rat
Fourth floor, freak it I don't know, cause...
She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
She's stuck on my...

My third floor stuck on the hood rat charm
Cut, take boy Hollyhood act charm
Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone
Tight broach, bump the low ring tone
Roll up [? ] don't smoke arizona
One night stand one night with the clan
One night, one time broke her off 10 grand.
Project all the way gutta all day

Shorty don't fake she'll put it in your face
Three stories while them hood rats beg

Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!

First floor, stuck on the gold digger
Second floor, stuck on the dime piece
Third floor, stuck on the hood rat
Fourth floor, freak it I don't know, cause...
She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
She's stuck on my...
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