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Flo Rida - Ack Like You Know Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 02:01:00 +0000

Ain't no need to ask why I let them rubberbands
fly let them rubberbands fly ack like you know
ack ack like you know ack like you know ack ack
like you know ayyyyy my hole squad iced out my
nigga so trill my nigga so trill ack like
you know ack ack like you know ack like you kow
ack ack like you know

Why
ask a question that already got an answer end of
discussion meet the polar bears you pandas
rubberbands bananzas when I'm in the lands of 20
grand you stand up make you understand us I'm
sorry if you ain't got your stacks up tell yo
click to patch up that envy to get you patched up
ya'll ain't ready for this but she ain't think she
ready to spit I ain't just tellin you shit peep
that thing on my wrist Flo Rida Franchize I'm
like the pizza man all about cheese for the doors
raise yo hand mobile ain't local ghetto nigga I

ain't posile stuntin hard

Flo Rida - Birthday Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 01:58:00 +0000

Ross, Flo Rida? Poe Boy Entertainment, Like I Said We The Best, Flor Rida, Apt, Millions

[Chorus: x4]
I Don't Want No Cake On My Birthday I Want My Cake Err Day Errday

I'm a Be Honest, Tomorrows Not Promised That's Y I Say This,
Here Today Then Your Gone Like Renting A Car From Avis,
Hurts But It's The Truth, Your Diving Out That Mercedes,
That's Y I Be One Point, I'm Never Procrastinatin,
U Better Be Dodging Satin The Pussy Nigga Be Hatin,
Want His Cake And Eat It To, Then U Do Greasy Like Bacon
Everyday Money Chasin, I'm So In Love With The Fragrence
So What I'm A Little Impatient, U Dope Man Ain't Got No Patience,
Boy I Feel Like I'm Racin, Before I Become A Raisin,
Those Strippers Hotter Then Cajen, My Daily Be In Rotation,
The Daily Birthday Occasion, I'm Rarely Off Of Vacation
I'm Barely Owing The Nation The Nelly Dollars Are Rakin

[Chorus x4]

I Ain't Talkin Next Year
I Ain't Talkin In A Month
I Ain't Talkin In A Week
Err Day I Wanna Stunt
Err Day I Want Sum Candles
Err Day A Hundred Bucks
Err Day I Pull Up In Lambo, Filet Minon For Lunch
Where My Birthday
U Got My Birthday
When My Birthday
U Better Day My Birthday
I Get Emotional
That's Wat C Notes Will Do
Them Penny Loafer Shoes, Help Me Cop A Bently Coupe
Now My String Of Woman Hotter Then Cambells Soup
Boy That Cake Will Make Them Priests Turn Into Animals
I'm King Kong, And It's Your Trainin Day
Denzel With The Ice And I'm Pushin Weight
I Ain't Tryina Make Em All
I Ain't Tryina Down Pay
If Biggie Got A Wife She Ain't With Him Not Day
Ain't Nobody Here To Stay
U Can Try To Get Away
I'll Bounce A Nigga Prey
My Advice Still The Same Ayy

[Chorus x4]

Flo Rida - Balla Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:40:00 +0000

(Flo Rida)
This for my ballas (Aye!) (4x)
I guess I'm gettin' what I had comin'
Wish they told me I'll be stuntin'
All my life I'm tryin' get money
All my life I'm tryin get money
This for my ballas I'mma balla (4x)

Flo rida be the landlord I need that rent money
I'mma Poor boy everyday I get cake honey
Birthday man my pinata my state honey
Take one glance and the prada got um haten on me
Gun shinin on the waist yeah the waist sunny
Like biggie rappin ill aint the way dummy
Jack boys soveniers to the big tummy
New year chopper wet like the nose runny
Shot clothes takin over what yoes
Soround light bulbs where the sound light blows
The south got soul grand mama got gold
Real grandady like formin no smoke
This be the truth loose slips dext told
Got to get fat carrots see these ass like kimor
Thick hips holla back like I'm in a lambo
Playin bitches my career peep the rap game cold

(Flo Rida)
I guess I'm gettin' what I had comin'
Wish they told me I'll be stuntin'
All my life I'm tryin' get money
All my life I'm tryin get money
This for my ballas I'mma balla (4x)

(Billy Blue)
That mg get it 305 fitiy Keep that 22 got to get it
Hustle all day be broke the next
I'll sleep when I day I need that check
Never thought shit'll pop off like this
Yeah you're damn right fool I never had shit
Stuntin' reel hard like I wanna blow it all
I ain't tryin' do shit but ball
It's my time the roly don't lie
For nikkas out there I'mma up my fire
Shit dont change 'til a nikka more tired
If nikkas feel different, you a god damn lie
I'm so high but I'm like fuck it
That home boy b like a motherfucking bucket
I'm straight thuggin' the hoes just love it
You're boy shit and yes I does it

(Flo Rida)
I guess I'm gettin' what I had comin'
Wish they told me I'll be stuntin'
All my life I'm tryin' get money
All my life I'm tryin get money
This for my ballas I'mma balla (4x)

(Brisco)
Boy I'm rich and yeah I'm gettin money
If it's close enough then I see it comin'
Call me a balla call me what you want
Call me a real goon riding in a donk
Call me broke cause that I ain't
I might be a po boy tryin' get bank
All my life ive ben tryin' get mo
When it goes down I could tell you how it go
Whoa..
Straight from the hood to the good with the bad
Lot these growin up I wish I had
But everything in life ain't promised
Them the last words I heard from momma
Stay reel watching for the haters
Here they come but with money you for lay them
I feel like spendin and I want it
No matter how I get it.

(Flo Rida)
I guess I'm gettin' what I had comin'
Wish they told me I'll be stuntin'
All my life I'm tryin' get money
All my life I'm tryin get money
This for my ballas I'mma balla (4x)

Flo Rida - Yayo Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:39:00 +0000

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaayo!
Ya-yo.

(Flo Rida)
Hey, i coulda been born any place in the world when i turned a day old.
But a brother gotta pass to the block that's known for more than legos.
Not a guap on the pay-roll,
But i got got got that play doh,
For the hot hot girls on the table,
See their lock locks wrapped in halos,
Good good money, hood money, thats where you could money, gotta m.i.yayo
Full of green but its not for the bagel,
Everything that i want to be labeled.
On the first 48 watch cable,
Where they ride 28's unstable.
You don't want this up yo' nasal.
You ain't never been street, that's fatal.
My city where i be, can't change it, see them walk, see them talk that language. hard denim louis belt still hanging, wear a flag but i but i ain't bangin. 305 the way i ride, the way i vibe i love it everyday outside and i can't lie the sunny skies the hunnies right, the money's right
(brisco)
I came from the bottom of the beaca, and got hard as i got older, they say i started with some sand then i shook it to a boulder and thats how i handle business. im just tryna reach my quota. when i come up on my stunnin do exactly what i told ya. all i know is dough and yayo i receive it by the freight loads, the coast guards cool i just break em off some c-notes and my haitian friends told me its gone be a nice summer, time to tally up the books and calculate the numbas, dade county the m.i. yayo them goons on my line and they dont move until i say so. and i wouldnt be xxxx without this coke and this weed and this crack and these pills and these 305 streets brisco.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayo(x6)

(billy blue)
Hello to yayo who made me rich who made my baby mama my first crazy bitch. she have them latest keys(?) birth on the block, whippin the work, servin them rocks. i give them what they love just give me what i need, them hoes a love me if my donk got them 23's. them niggas hatin now, cuz i be making paper, now im paranoid, lord i need a favor. im ridin strapped up niggas hate to see you straight. wanna have me on that stretcher on that first 48. shiiiit i ain't built for them white sheets, face on the black tee hell naw that aint me nigga!

(ball greezy?)
I'm from the city where zoes sell creole out they house. where niggas hustle just to put a grill in they mouth. what you know bout konch fritters and mango salad. home of the donks, yayo, ak's and banshees. this is the city where everybody and they mama hard. some star(?) selling hons(?) right from out her front yard. this is the city to visit if you a club junky. home of the bad xxxxxxx and they all love money. gotta respect the ones who do it just to feed the kids. but on the other hand shaking to get her titties did. if you aint see it you done heard it just to let you know how xxxx really go in the m.i.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayo(x6)

(rick ross)
Born as a balla i
Couldnt be a talla guy
Meaning that my money long
Be at home up in the sky
Feeling like i run the world
Me and my persona fly
Mo money mo problems right
In alot of drama now
Shawty went to turner tech
Im out of cooley high
D-boy yes d-boy cause of my 9
Bumpin a criminal(?)
She catching feelings now
I see the difference make here switch when bout to pull it out. i ride for one thing, nigga the 305. i die for nothing and got my tooly now
So we can shoot it out cause im walking smoothly i
I got a stunt man that a make a movie now.

(red eyezz)
10,000 grams of that good i could get that package for you. now turn 1 into 2 i'll do that magic for you, heres another classic for you eyezz and flo-ride. my stick on the table counting the profit from the whole pie. team with my own 9's. chedda we ran through. spook to ever rap on these shells that how they jam fool. i fly to haiti in person, and then we meet up touch on several topics from work to doing clean up. it's dirty out here in the south. but that's nothin new besides i got goons in the hood that need something to do. i feed niggas who squeeze niggas and these niggas the definition of g's nigga. talk to em

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayo(x6)

(bred)
Welcome to my city m.i.a. palm trees and quarter keys. anything you want well you can get just place that order please. we so got thing disorderly but we got so much more to see. but that's just the crib that's where i live and thats why it mean much more to me. cause i remember having nothin scraping up a dolla something. straight to the gas tank jump in that fast lane crank that music all us bumping . all us on the way to the top. been through the hurt now thanks for the flop. pretty little skirts white cane in the drop
And this here grind hard ain't finna stop. cause i'm going at it, thats just a habit, this for the crib dawg want it bag nab it(?) thats what it is, you want it have at it. thats how i live i want it i grab it. no time for faking no hesitation, xxxxx talking shit, gone head and break em xxxxx flap her lip, gone get some straight m.i.yayo presentation.

(pitbull)
Dough is the new platinum and platinum's the new diamond, its been a steep climb but xxxxx i kept on climbing. pit done grown up da crib down blown up. dem birds done flown out and them boys done sold out. miami i was born miami im gone die miami i live it i am 305 miami made me to miami i gave back if it wasn't for this rap i'd be asking where the safe at. barack is the new hope and meth is the new coke. i'm laughin to the bank but xxxxx im no joke. the women that i fucked you cup the nuts for(?). welcome to the cocaine capital m.i. yayo.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayo(x6)

(ace hood)

See i been praised from the bottom up. got it from the bottom up. long nights a 5th of hen i'm sippin in my coffee cup. tryna hustle money blunt, to lift my mother spirits up. light bill was due a month ago i hustle 10 to 4. hop up in that tire hoe(?) trunk full of work and blow. 17 thats all i know. with triple beam to weight it all. gutta til my casket close. now we at the top of throne, soon to be a millionaire with 50 carat diamond stones. member when they used to doubt us now we buying gated homes. 57 dipped in chrome, rims being shipped from rome, feeling like im diddy combs a million what im sittin on. residential change but its still the same area code. gutta

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayo(x6)

Flo Rida - Low Remix Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:38:00 +0000

Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
this crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

(T-Pain)
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone 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 playin baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty 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 flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
and I ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

C'mon

Flo Rida - Ha Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:38:00 +0000

(Brisco)
"Can I have your attention, "
I'd like to welcome all y'all tonight,
Even as y'all ladies to the left beggin for drinks,
Can we please get up on 'em,
This is for all my balla calla's from all over the world,
When we see a hata tryin to hard to get on our level,
We just keep laughin at 'em,
I don't get mad,

(Flo Rida)
I, just, laugh at them hata's when
we out here front and, . .
No they ain't got it but they wanna be startin,
D J for the record stop, "ha haha ha ha, we got it, "
Laugh at them hata's when we out here front and, . .
No they ain't got it but they wanna be startin,
D J for the record stop, "ha haha ha ha, we got it, "

We laughin at these hata's cause they funny,
See they provide the motivation for
me, to keep gettin money,
So I duz theat and giggle in they face,
All they see is my business cause I
have nothin else to say,
Any way we in the club yeaaahh!,
it's time to party,
This girl fine but hell but damn she
bald head like Steve Harvey,
POE BOY Flo Rida back me up,
All these other rappers they do nothin but crack me up,
They's a parakeear's, they'll steal your rounds,
( Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/DY2F )
Call me up to yo shows hide from you, be stealin yo shine,
Ha... you must be out yo rabbit-ass, crabbid-ass, mind,

(Flo Rida)
I, just, laugh at them hata's when
we out here front and, . .
No they ain't got it but they wanna be startin,
D J for the record stop, "ha haha ha ha, we got it, "
Laugh at them hata's when we out here front and, . .
No they ain't got it but they wanna be startin,
D J for the record stop, "ha haha ha ha, we got it, "

L-l-let your one stack shawty I can throw two, Ha,
Made back in them balla 62, Ha,
Get yo group hommie dats what I do, Ha,
Paper tag money everything brand new, Ha,
Laugh it up, Ha, smile with it, Ha,
Ghetto supastar, I don't see you boys, ha,
You know da shones where are dey when I come through,
I grown man swagga I ain't scarred ta spend dat loot, Ha,
Paper plane, ball it up let it fly, Ha,
"Holl up, holl up, you ball up a hundred
dolla bill, and throw it, "
Paper plane, ball it up let it fly, Ha,
We POE BOYS high,

(Flo Rida)
I, just, laugh at them hata's when
we out here front and, . .
No they ain't got it but they wanna be startin,
D J for the record stop, "ha haha ha ha, we got it, "
Laugh at them hata's when we out here front and, . .
No they ain't got it but they wanna be startin,
D J for the record stop, "ha haha ha ha, we got it, "

(4Mill)
I'll be at the strip,
Blood drippen,
Still leave with them change,
When my niggas here looks,
They ain't lookin for change,
When I pull up in that four door caddy,
don't be mad when yo bitch tend to call me daddy,
We be tippen to da club screamin ain't no one,
Holl up, holl up, calm down, we throwin
hundreds tonight Babaaay!,
That two door phantom gotta whole lotta walkin,
Silly bitch wanna cut, she gotta whole lotta walkin,
4 mill 'n' you can call me Mr. Hothead,
Dice in the sealo when I toss it from my right hand,
Niggas holla twenty things for a whole
lotta keh... keh keh keh,

Flo Rida - Rewind Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:37:00 +0000

(Wyclef)
If you lost somebody
Put a light in the air
From the hood to the stakes
Fry your finger in the air
Flo Rida up in here
Wyclef up in here

If I could I would pull it up and rewind
To the time when it was just me and you
Oh how we were inseparable
If I could I'd pull it up and rewind
To the time before you went away
Wish I could go back to yesterday
If I could I'd pull it up and rewind

(Flo Rida)
I try sticking to the rivers that I'm used to
But these tears got me searching for an inner tube
Witness my homies life shorter than my inner lose
Don't wanna drown in my hurt cause it's critical
I pop champagne, but still it's a damn pain
Beedee I love you my sister died but it never changed
My last love that we just ditched in my brain
Give up the fortune and the fame to hear you say my name
The ghetto rough while the doff try purple rain
Lord knows I wish death never had a name
Our last breath that it never 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 could I'd rewind this whole thing

(Wyclef)
If I could I would pull it up and rewind
To the time when it was just me and you
Oh how we were inseparable
If I could I'd pull it up and rewind
To the time before you went away
Wish I could go back to yesterday
If I could I'd pull it up and rewind
So I sit down and I had try
Are you living up in this life
I know if I could I'd pull it up and rewind

(Flo Rida)
If I could take yesterday and place it in my palms
I anticipate the day like a school prom
Promise tomorrow what you think till you lose some
Big will I know heaven got the futon
Face good with the man paid your dues done
Wack your shows in Japan with me getting drunk
We had plans, plans change the new sun
The lord never leave us lonely when you lose one
If I could change the past, my people wouldn't past
I wish life was TiVo and you could bring it back
I wish it all was remote and how the day be said
I were IP use it like its pixel flap
Pull up the hood times, pull up the good times
Everyday be forever when I'm puttin down
Showing off that's the truth nah

(Wyclef)
If I could I would pull it up and rewind
To the time when it was just me and you
Oh how we were inseparable
If I could I'd pull it up and rewind
To the time before you went away
Wish I could go back to yesterday
If I could I'd pull it up and rewind
So I sit down and I had try
Are you living up in this life
I know if I could I'd pull it up and rewind

If I had the gift be here I'd cure your mom from cancer
Take the Breena and stuck em up all with answers
Take the crack feen turn her into the prom queen
Have her graduate summa cum laude
But she so high that she's riding on drug assist
Growing up like the women from the exorcist
Her heart stopped in the ambulance

If I could I would pull it up and rewind
To the time when it was just me and you
Oh how we were inseparable
If I could I'd pull it up and rewind
To the time before you went away
Wish I could go back to yesterday
If I could I'd pull it up and rewind
So I sit down and I had try
Are you living up in this life?
I know if I could I'd pull it up and rewind

Flo Rida - Sugar Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:37:00 +0000

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar, my lips like sugar
This candy got you sprung, this candy got you sprung
So call me your sugar, so call me your sugar
You love you some, you love you some
I’m sweet like...sugar

(Flo Rida)
Hey I got a mouth full of cavities
Sweet tooth for the mama like sugar to me
So in love with her lips, got a bug in her ear
So shorty gotta kiss its an emergency
Spritz sprawl for the taste addicted to her gloss
smile this way, maybe I’ll wipe it off with my tongue in your face
I love that mistletoe sippin Gran Marnier, I’m a fan all day
Do me that favor cuz I like your flavor
My managed behavior, I’m into you major
Sweetest of flavors that’s good for this player
My hood now or later, throw back like a pager
Pretty much, you give me a sugar rush
Lil mama you give me high blood pressure when you blush
Lips feel soft as a feather when we touch, shorty that’s whats up

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar, my lips like sugar
This candy got you sprung, this candy got you sprung
So call me your sugar, so call me your sugar
You love you some, you love you some
I’m sweet like...sugar

(Flo Rida)
Sh Shorty would you mind cuz I want me some
Now or later I don’t wanna have to wait you the one
Your vicious oh so delicious
Can’t help my interest cant beat addiction
Wanna piece through a piece gotta get a piece
I don’t know a peice give me all your sweets
Bottom and top lip bout to have a sugar feast
Never without trip, I’m a lip biting beast
Smile for them things, all 42 teeth
Squeeze the sugarcane on your mouth must be
Ain’t you mama syrup sticky you’s a mack free
like taffy but classy get at me
ill gladly let you lower like this but your lips they’ll do me fine
now baby don’t trip with the juicy kind
get flip on the grid, you ain’t lyin

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar, my lips like sugar
This candy got you sprung, this candy got you sprung
So call me your sugar, so call me your sugar
You love you some, you love you some
I’m sweet like...sugar

(Flo Rida)
You like my sugar my sugar you so sweet so sweet
Like my candy my candy your so sweet so sweet
Like my sugar my sugar your so sweet so sweet
Like my candy my candy your so sweet so sweet
Girl you my sugar, sweet as candy
So sweet as candy, girl you my sugar
Girl you my sugar, sweet as candy
So sweet as candy, girl you my sugar, my sugar

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar, my lips like sugar
This candy got you sprung, this candy got you sprung
So call me your sugar, so call me your sugar
You love you some, you love you some
I’m sweet like...sugar

Flo Rida - Never Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:36:00 +0000

Never give up, never hold your head down
Never fear no man, never trust anybody
Never say you can’t, never, never, never
No
Never give up, never hold your head down
Never fear no man, never trust anybody
Never say you can’t, no, no, no never

Mama said never be a quitter
Never since I was young
Never been in my roots
Don’t let never make you a bum
Never my only son
She said never beggin’ for crumbs
If never found out you slippin’
Then never might be a gun
Never think suicide
Never steal, never lie,
Never run up to a gun fight
And think you gon’ survive
Never, that’s nonsense
Nonsense is for the flies
Never become a snitch if you’d rather be quiet
Never know ‘em, never met ‘em
Never seen that fellow
Never, Never
When they put you in that room that’s what you tell ‘em
Hell never to ( deny? )
Never I’ma be a star
Never catch me I’m tomorrow
Never worry, never bury tears on your team jersey
Keep it 42, be Worthy
Never good without the curry
Never the greatest of all time
You in a hurry, never, its too early
never have no mercy never

Never give up, never hold your head down
Never fear no man, never trust anybody
Never say you can’t, never, never, never
No
Never give up, never hold your head down
Never fear no man, never trust anybody
Never say you can’t, no, no, no never

Never trust a man as far as you could call him
Never put your faith in home boy you don’t know him
Never good and it hurt
Never good and in church
Never good in your life
Buried six feet under dirt
Never hate
Never envy others cus’ they getting’ cake
Never grind, never hustle
Never see your dinner plate
Never be fake, never be a snake
Never play like that shit dog till they bring that pepper spray
Never be scared, never hurt your head
Never, cus if they was killers, you would already be dead
Never pout, never ever have doubt
Never let that be the reason you still sleep on mama’s couch
Never brag, never be stingy with cash
Never get in peoples bizness mind your own just take a nap
Never cry wolf, never done in my book
Never less than a survivor

Never give up, never hold your head down
Never fear no man, never trust anybody
Never say you can’t, never, never, never
No
Never give up, never hold your head down
Never fear no man, never trust anybody
Never say you can’t, no, no, no never

Don’t be slick
Never sellin’ dummy bricks
Never get your wig split
Never rob your click, never
Never miss your blessings
Never start second guessing
Never get to heaven
Never cus you missed a lesson
Never bite the hand that feed
Never move in greed
Never succeed
Never doin’ dirty deeds
Never choke
Never give up on your hope
Under pressure dream big
When it’s rough, make a toast
Never sell your soul
Never for some gold
Never diamonds, never pearls
When you die, it never go
Never back down
Never let your hat down
Never see no bully let him know your background
Never cross the line
Never cross your kind
Everyday let it be never wary
Never cross your mind
Never lose sleep
Never cus you got beef
Never know peace
Never when you in these streets

Never give up, never hold your head down
Never fear no man, never trust anybody
Never say you can’t, never, never, never
No
Never give up, never hold your head down
Never fear no man, never trust anybody
Never say you can’t, no, no, no never

Flo Rida - Touch Me Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:36:00 +0000

Hey I like it when you’re telling me to keep in touch,
All up with your body rub it like good luck
Lovers stand up Shorty keep me doin’ too much
Hands where they ought to be unleash that stuff
And no apology the freaks don’t fuss
Quick sand quality it’s goin’ down pretty rough
Brand new wit’ it all about that rush
Keep telling me to feel it and its 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 an oozy
( ? ) on the Q like Suzy
Set it off to the top with a ( ? )
Lil mama it’s your call I hear ya I heard ya say

Touch me baby
Touch me all night long
Touch me baby
Yeaaa

Yeaa I’m into that talk, I’m into that walk
Got a thing for them dollars and its all my fault
Let my second head tell it I’ma break you off
Yea tell ‘em I said I got a whole lot of balls
Mr. Go Hard Shorty if its that soft
I wanna grab that have that delivered to the boss
I’m a rump and a jump and a stump wit a cause
For that hump automatic hit the window to the wall

Yea I wanna get right wit’ ya already
Hold it down partner 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 tele’
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
Yeaaa

I like you sexy
I want you next to me (Yeah)
Lets leave a legacy (Yeah)
Got me feelin’ like ecstasy (Yeah)
And a little bit of jealousy (Yeah)
Its all about your melody (Yeah)
Right where I care to be (Yeah)
Shorty glad that’s definitely a felony (Oh)
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
Shorty 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 baby
Touch me all night long
Touch me baby
Yeaaa

Flo Rida - Available Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:35:00 +0000

Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh
Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh
Oooohooooh

(Flo Rida)
It’s the time
It’s the right time
It’s the time (It’s the time)
Yo it’s the perfect time (It’s the perfect time)

Yo It’s the time (It’s the time)
It’s the right time (This is my time)
It’s the time (It’s the time)
Baby, baby, baby

I’m a single man
Now let’s go out and hit the town and start the minglin’
I’ll bag the baddest girl around and get her gigglin’
I’ll take her out onto the floor and get her wigglin’

Cause I ain’t got no girlfriend
Got no obligation
Baby I’m a single man
That’s my situation
Let me put your number in my iPhone baby
And when I call you later maybe I can see ya later

(Akon)
I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m so available
I’m so available
So come and get me

Oooohooooh Oooohooooh Oooohooooh

(Flo Rida)
If you a single girl
Up in the club lookin’ for love
Come on and bring it girl
This is a song I’ll turn it up
Come on and sing it girl
And if your man blow up your phone
turn off your ringer girl
Turn off your ringer

Cause I aint got no girlfriend
You ain’t got one either
If you got a girlfriend baby won’t you bring her
If you got a X leave your X at home
And If he hits the message throw away your cell phone

(Akon)
I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m so available
I’m so available
So come and get me

Oooohooooh (oooooh), Oooohooooh (oooooh), Oooohooooh,

I’m finally free (ooooohoo)
I’m finally free (ooooohoo)
I’m finally free (ooooohoo)
I’m finally free (ooooohoo)

(Girl)
It’s the time
Ya it’s the right time
The perfect time

Hey

Cause I ain’t got no boyfriend
You ain’t got no girlfriend,
I ain’t got no boyfriend,
Baby we can be friends
And we can do it
Baby we can do it
Baby we can do it
Do it, do it, do it

(Akon)
I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m finally free
And I’m a get right to mine
I’m so available
I’m so available

Aaaaahhhhh, Aaaaahhhhh, Aaaaahhhhh, Aaaaahhhhh,
Aaaaahhhhh, Aaaaahhhhh

(Flo Rida)
I’m so available
Ain’t got a girlfriend
Single man we can do whatever tonight
Lets throw a party
I’m a bachelor let it loose if you like
So free I want to paint it on my maybach (night?)
Women that like
Women excite
Women my type
Women tell I want ‘em in the mix
Patron and sliced lemons
Sure they get me right
Tryin’ to jam like Russ Simmons
Visit my website
Turn on your Skype wit’ me
Celebrate I’m feelin’ my best
Surprise quickly get rid of my stress
Then I’m gon’ move onto my next mission
Shorty hit me up we can do it its all love
I’m ballin’ its all cause I'm finally free

Flo Rida - Mind On My Money Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:35:00 +0000

Mind on my money,
Money on my mind,
Trying to stack paper,
Counting every little dime,
Down to the penny
Holla if ya hear me,
I do it for the streets yeah,
I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it (Aye! Aye!)
You know you gotta love it (Aye! Aye!)
Stretching that paper long,
Shawty she wanna roll,
Tell me where you wanna go...girl

See don’t leave home without it, out it
Money gotta have, gotta have that bank
American express, all good-ood-ood
But I need that cash in my hand point blank
Smell, it touch it, ru-ru-rub it, hug it, lu-lu-luv it
Number one subject, keep me rubbing
G-G5 on the jet to Dublin
I need that money,
Man people say wait I think we cousins
No you aint,
I don’t wanna break you off, I got cash to floss
You cant gank the boss with that game-game
Bank tryna count my change-change
Stretch that paper with my aim
Shoot me a stack to the brain
Rock like number one, lac or the range
Rambo cat, with everything
All this bread and still I want more
All this cheese , I got the light dough
All these P’s, I got the beef flow
Shawty if you wanna roll, lil mama lets go
My pockets is swoll, get rid of your clothes
Your bumpin that Hov, get none of my dollars
You already know, I got my...

Mind on my money,
Money on my mind,
Trying to stack paper,
Counting every little dime,
Down to the penny
Holla if ya hear me,
I do it for the streets yeah,
I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it (Aye! Aye!)
You know you gotta love it (Aye! Aye!)
Stretching that paper long,
Shawty she wanna roll,
Tell me where you wanna go...girl

Do-do-do it for the streets-streets,
Everybody in the ghetto gotta eat
Couldve bought me a Bentley Gt,
but I fell in love with the size of the Maybach seats
Feel like a king when im on South Beach
Living that dream of this M.O.B.
Get-getting that CREAM while I travel overseas
Feeling them beats with the face of a queen
Elizabeth, a little bit
Need all my gwap, Im loving it
Short to the hood, im thugging it
Wife beater off in public
Got more G’s than a government
From the projects but I aint struggling
Get it popping, champagne bubblin
Rent copies, went so Southern
Just bought a resort and im on three acres
Go to New York and rock fuscia gators
Dance aboard, six grand to the waiters
Passport, I get it like the Lakers
Off of the porch where they think about paper
Don’t need to fuck when I eat with the majors
Passport says I get rent in Malaysia
All over Asia, cuz my...

Mind on my money,
Money on my mind,
Trying to stack paper,
Counting every little dime,
Down to the penny
Holla if ya hear me,
I do it for the streets yeah,
I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it (Aye! Aye!)
You know you gotta love it (Aye! Aye!)
Stretching that paper long,
Shawty she wanna roll,
Tell me where you wanna go...girl

Where all my NY-NY people getting cash, getting cash, getting cash, getting cash, getting cash, getting cash
Where all my LA-LA people counting stacks, counting stacks, counting stacks, counting stacks, counting stacks, counting stacks
Where all my MIA people that’s throwing cash, throwing cash, throwing cash, throwing cash, throwing cash, throwing cash
Where all my H-Town people making stacks, making stacks, making stacks, making stacks, making stacks, making stacks

Mind on my money,
Money on my mind,
Trying to stack paper,
Counting every little dime,
Down to the penny
Holla if ya hear me,
I do it for the streets yeah,
I do it for my city

You know you gotta love it (Aye! Aye!)
You know you gotta love it (Aye! Aye!)
Stretching that paper long,
Shawty she wanna roll,
Tell me where you wanna go...girl

Flo Rida - Be On You Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:34:00 +0000

(Ne-Yo)
I said excuse me little mama if I may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don’t like that, just send it right back
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, just send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

(Flo Rida)
Hey..

Shorty with no limits, that’s what I need all the time
Im with it, she with it, she not shy she put it down
Come get it the business, I’ll hit it who’s is it
Depends if the windows tinted
Go all out dirty south shown in
Locked up grown man, goose patron gin
let me go on then
sexy moaning, catch me jonesin
no not never ever witness, slow mama off schedule
got me aqui, call me papi
hot as saki, fire feathers
bout that, shorty how’s that, got that proud cat
on my papa like ecstasy, pretty face and all that
what I look for is goddess hardcore
the baddest outdoors, deserve a encore
the definition of a shone

(Ne-Yo)
I said excuse me little mama if I may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don’t like that, just send it right back
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, just send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

(Flo Rida)
Im feelin' you girl, wanna get close to you no doubt
My sister swagger, she tell it more than anything, can vouch
Lil mama you are whats happening ghetto-fine ill make you proud
So sun-alicious I love it lets at least work something out
Miss thing, million-dollar game, coke bottle frame
Make my wall of fame, let me know your name
I control the rain
I can make it better, matter fact I make it wetter
Stormy weather with this cheddar all because you hot as leather
If you may lady let me play baby
Make my way baby
You don’t like it send it back its ok baby
You’s a keeper, such a diva
Give me a fever
If I could freak ya
Give me the word I mean no harm

(Ne-Yo)
I said excuse me little mama if I may
Take this thought and send it your way
And if you don’t like that, just send it right back
But I just gotta say
I wanna be on you (on you), I wanna be on you (on you)
And if you don’t like that, just send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

Flo Rida - R.O.O.T.S. Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:33:00 +0000

I’m talkin’ 'bout roots
I can’t hate where I’m from
Cause where I’m from make me (Cause where I’m from make me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me me
That’s because of my roots (Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots (Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots

Hey I can’t be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead
I don’t regret my ghetto struggle due to my success
It ain’t that beautiful to write on overcoming stress
Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I was fed
Look at me now but all before hey Mr. Skid Row
The dirty south ain’t just a name the way I’ve been poor
The projects burnin’ white, I call it gizmo
Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga video
Can’t find a meal to a mil, only God know it
No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it
Can I live to I’m livin’ like my Momma told it
Before you rip it, gotta sew it
Yeah

I’m talkin’ 'bout roots
I can’t hate where I’m from
Cause where I’m from make me (Cause where I’m from make me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me me
That’s because of my roots (Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots (Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots

Hey, still on my coupe but can’t take
Somebody had to be just to get away
My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin safe
Oh yea I had to grieve but I’m stronger to this day
Pain, I can’t ignore it, you might say I’m ignorant
I’m mistakin’ for courage, which victory so gorgeous
Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest
Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so important
37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy
I’m thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy
There’s only five letters really help me

I’m talkin’ 'bout roots
I can’t hate where I’m from
Cause where I’m from make me (Cause where I’m from make me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me me
That’s because of my roots (Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots (Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots

Hey I know the seeds been planted
It’s damaging my soul but my dreams been granted
That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet
What could I want more than redoing I never planned it
Gets no lower than a grabbin’ on your feet
A man will stand for nothin’if he fall off with the feet
A baller and a hitter all in the street
If you look beneath the sand then we all need a crease
Roots before the branches, roots before mansions
Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson
Roots with your grandparents, roots under your canvas
Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish

I’m talkin’ 'bout roots
I can’t hate where I’m from
Cause where I’m from make me (Cause where I’m from make me)
I came from the bottom of the slums
But now I got me me
That’s because of my roots (Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots (Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah)
I’m talking 'bout roots

Flo Rida - Right Round Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:33:00 +0000

You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down

Hey..

Walk out the house with my swagga
Hop in the whip yo I got places to go
People to see, time is precious
I look at my Cartier, out of control
Just like my mind where I’m going
No women, no shorties, no nothing my clothes
No stomping on my Perreli’s on froze
Unlike my jewelry that’s always on cold
I know the storm is coming
My pockets keep telling me its gonna shower
Call up my homies it’s on and poppin’ tonight cuz it’s meant to be ours
We keep a fade away shot cause we balling this platinum Patron every hour
Look momma I owe you just like the flowers
Girl you the truth with all that goody sour

You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down

From the top of the pole, I watch her go down
She got me throwin' my money around
Ain’t nothin' more beautiful to be found
It’s going down down

From the top of the pole, I watch her go down
She got me throwin' my money around
Ain’t nothin' more beautiful to be found
It’s going down down

Hey..

Shorty must know I’m the man
My money love her like a number one fan
Don’t open my mouth, let her talk to my fans, my Benjamin Franklins
A couple of grands, I got rubber bands, my paper planes making her dance
Get dirty on like the spot on my hand
We building castles that made out of sand
She’s amazin’, her fire blazin’, hotter than Cajun, girl won’t you move a lil' closer
Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage, that body belong on a poster
I’m in a daze, that bottom is waving at me like dammit I told you
You want a show like a gun out a holster
Tell me whatever and I’ll be ya chauffeur

You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down

From the top of the pole, I watch her go down
She got me throwin' my money around
Ain’t nothin' more beautiful to be found
It’s going down down

From the top of the pole, I watch her go down
She got me throwin' my money around
Ain’t nothin' more beautiful to be found
It’s going down down

Yeah..

I’m spending my money (Aye!)
I’m out of control (Aye!)
Somebody help me
She taking my bank roll
But I’m king of the club (Aye!)
And I’m wearing the crown
Poppin’ these bottles
Touching these models
Watching they asses go down down

You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down

You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down
You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down when you go down down

Flo Rida - Shone Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:32:00 +0000

(Flo Rida)
You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone

You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone

You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone

You could be my shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone

Hey..
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 ya thong
That body is what I want
I got it written in stone
Let’s start off sippin’ Patron
However, whenever, whatever
This here what I’m all about
Spit cheddar the weather get better
Put on I’ma give you this guap
Forever, and ever, on schedule
Yeah baby I’ma take ya to the top
I’ma take you to the spot
I’ma show you what I got
But you gotta make it drop
Get it poppin never stop
Hey, Cash ain’t no problem
I really got dollars so baby get straight to the business
Poppin’ them collars
I know if I holla
I’m looking for shorty with thickness
I’ll be your personal fitness
Girl I’ma get you addicted
So can you be mine
Will you be mine
Won’t you be mine
Can you be my...

(Pleasure P)
Can you be my act-shone?
Cause from the way that you dancing I know you got it going on tonight
Baby you can be my act-shone
And I’ll turn on the lights and the cameras as soon as I can get you home tonight
Can you be my act-shone
You could be my shone (You can be my)
You could be my shone (You can be my)
You could be my shone (We shone-ing)
Baby be my act-shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone (You can be my)
You could be my shone (We shone-ing)

(Flo Rida)
Hey..
You can be my act-shone
Penis satisfact-shone
I really got a fetish
She bowlegged that’s my attract-shone
Set it off yeah baby, hit the Blackberry
That’s my connect-shone
Put it down on everything, that sexyness is my pass-shone
Whatever you like, we turn off the lights, go head and show me your back strong
At the end of night, if you get me right, got stacks to blow like a saxaphone
Do ya thing mama keep killing em
Dead presidents, I’m peeling em
For the record, I’m feelin’ ya, no contest shorty keep grillin’ em
All the way, all day, I don’t play, get straight to the point raise the temperature
So hot, it’s on the brink, girl I just want to give you this cake, let’s get physical
Baddest in the club
How you do that, baby you too much
Just my luck, let me touch
Be direct and let me cut

(Pleasure P)
Can you be my act-shone?
Cause from the way that you dancing I know you got it going on tonight
Baby you can be my act-shone
And I’ll turn on the lights and the cameras as soon as I can get you home tonight
Can you be my act-shone
You could be my shone (You can be my)
You could be my shone (You can be my)
You could be my shone (You can be my)
We shone-ing
Baby be my act-shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone (You can be my)
You could be my shone (We shone-ing)

I live in Hollywood, but I still be in the jects
Shorties wanna holla when they see what’s on my neck
My money very long, I ain’t gotta make it stretch
And when I say shone, I'd be talking bout sex
Say little momma, you know I’ma make you holla
Walk in the club and we gone toss a couple dollars
Pop a few bottles make them haters want to follow
Aint nothing wrong, you grown, so baby

Can you be my act-shone? Hey!
Cause from the way that you dancing I know you got it going on tonight
Baby you can be my act-shone
And I’ll turn on the lights and the cameras as soon as I can get you home tonight
Can you be my act-shone
You could be my shone
You could be my shone (You can be my)
You could be my shone (We shone-ing)

You could be my shone
You could be my shone (You can be my)
You could be my shone (We shone-ing)

Flo Rida - Gotta Get It (Dancer) Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:32:00 +0000

(Gotta get that money-oney)

(She's a) Nasty dancer, dancing for money
Do what you wanna do, (gotta get that money-oney)
(She's a) Freaky dancer, dancing she loves it
Do what you gotta do (gotta get that money-oney)

(She's a) Nasty dancer, dancing for money
Do what you wanna do, (gotta get that money-oney)
(She's a) Freaky dancer, dancing she loves it
Do what you gotta do

Hey, I wanna wanna nasty girl
All about the party, never backseat girl
Upfront with it, bigger than a trackmeet girl
First number saved in my blackberry pearl
Ball up shawty, showing out for the world
Get it down, center stage, all the freaks want her
Money in the waist, singing, finna get served
Don’t trip, give it to em, I'mma let you feel the curves
Take off the clothes, get loose for that dough
So rockin juice, abusing that bud
Showing off the goods, she drop it and reload
Never no excuse for this girl when its freak mode
Yep, shes the real deal
Yep, give her dollar bills
Yep, on the holla tip
Yep, shawty outta here
Yep, got a lot a hips
Yep, with the model lips
She gotta get that money

(She's a) Nasty dancer, dancing for money
Do what you wanna do, (gotta get that money-oney)
(She's a) Freaky dancer, dancing she loves it
Do what you gotta do (gotta get that money-oney)

(She's a) Nasty dancer, dancing for money
Do what you wanna do, (gotta get that money-oney)
(She's a) Freaky dancer, dancing she loves it
Do what you gotta do

Hey, shawty sweatin' out, do it, let me check it out
Uncut, raw, so we never have to edit out
Pockets on swole, so I never gotta go
Got alota bankroll, so the gwop in control
Like I got bees, I be feeling on you
Can my dawg get a dance for his birthday boo
I know I got the cash that youre looking for too
For the best Louis bag or the jimmy choo shoes
Oh, not a problem, I can solve 'em
Sexy situation, get it to the bottom
Giving you enough attention, run up into stardom
Hop up in the lac, give you cover in escada
That’s the nasty stuff that I need
Girl do your thing, the money, it don’t breathe
Dead presidents will come up with a striptease
I know you gotta get that money-oney

(She's a) Nasty dancer, dancing for money
Do what you wanna do, (gotta get that money-oney)
(She's a) Freaky dancer, dancing she loves it
Do what you gotta do (gotta get that money-oney)

(She's a) Nasty dancer, dancing for money
Do what you wanna do, (gotta get that money-oney)
(She's a) Freaky dancer, dancing she loves it
Do what you gotta do

Shake it, shake it to the left
Shake it, shake it to the right
Shake it, shake it to the left
Shake it, shake it all night
Shake it, shake it to the left
Shake it, shake it to the right
Shake it, shake it to the left
Shake it, shake it all night

Don’t stop, get it get it
Don’t stop, rock with it
Don’t stop, get it get it
Don’t stop, roll with it
Don’t stop, get it get it
Don’t stop, rumble with it
Gotta get that money-oney

(She's a) Nasty dancer, dancing for money
Do what you wanna do, (gotta get that money-oney)
(She's a) Freaky dancer, dancing she loves it
Do what you gotta do (gotta get that money-oney)

(She's a) Nasty dancer, dancing for money
Do what you wanna do, (gotta get that money-oney)
(She's a) Freaky dancer, dancing she loves it
Do what you gotta do

Flo Rida - Jump Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:31:00 +0000

Jump
(Nelly Furtado)
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na (x4)

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

(Flo Rida)
I know you gonna take it to the roof
Everybody with me got they own parachute
You aint scared of heights when you sippin on Goose
Party all night like Im flyin jet new?
You aint 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, dont wanna throw up
My clique pour up, and every bad chick know us
Dance, the boy got us all feelin high
Ask, the shawty, Im a astronaut
High rollin baby like Im 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

(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

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

(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 Im 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, dont it feel good
Houston? We gonna jump ship, all aboard
Come around me, and well parlay, were throwed?
Cali is jumpin, hit the switch on the 6 4

(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

(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]

(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

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

(Flo Rida)
Get down, get down, get down, down
Get down, get down, get down, down

(Nelly Furtado)
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na (x4)

Flo Rida - Finally Here Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 13:30:00 +0000

I’ll just follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sun down I’m grindin' tryin' to make it by
Prayin' for my ship to come and take away the pain

Today is finally here
That day is finally here, that day is finally here
New shoes, new car, new whip, new chain, new wrist, new this, new that
That day is finally here, that day is finally here
New shoes, new car, new whip, new chain, new wrist, new this, new that

No no I won’t settle for nothin less than the air that I breathe
I I I know that it’s a struggle but who the hell gone do it for me
Who the hell gonna do it for free
If I don’t get up and bust my ass that’s my motto
I can’t put my faith in the lotto; luck don’t stay nowhere near where I go
Unless you ride that motherfucker
And you’d be lucky enough to get away in the grave
What can I do? What can I say
I tried to get paid
But I got grazed, the bullet went through, but I ain’t get paid
Ha and what do I appreciate my j-o-b hey boss I’m comin in late

I’ll just follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sun down I’m grindin' tryin' to make it by
Prayin' for my ship to come and take away the pain

Today is finally here
That day is finally here, that day is finally here
New shoes, new car, new whip, new chain, new wrist, new this, new that
That day is finally here, that day is finally here
New shoes, new car, new whip, new chain, new wrist, new this, new that

Look look look a bike ain’t a bike without no frame
Rice aint rice without no grain; life ain’t life without no shame
If I make it out the hood damn right I’m gonna change my cell phone number
The area code still gonna be 305
Though my friends who was my friends just like my kin welcome in my door
But please wipe your feet on the rug
You can keep your shoes on; it’s all love
Whoa let me stop I’m dreamin' too much
Now who the hell gonna give Tramar Dillard a million bucks; nobody but God
Right now I could use me one of them black cards
I’m scarred I fell apart
I can’t even start its hard hard

I’ll just follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sun down I’m grindin' tryin' to make it by
Prayin' for my ship to come and take away the pain

Today is finally here
That day is finally here, that day is finally here
New shoes, new car, new whip, new chain, new wrist, new this, new that
That day is finally here, that day is finally here
New shoes, new car, new whip, new chain, new wrist, new this, new that

Finally, that day I been tryin' to reach
That pay I been dyin' to see
Boy don’t fold one line to me
I thought money ain’t grow on trees
Depends on the roots, how you plant that seed
Faith when you can’t see no leaves
Hold up, I need my versace’s
Grace covers of magazines
My mother, she proud of me
Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn’t gonna be shit
Big yachts everyday I get sea sick
I was broke, the prefix
My book say, why y'all gave that nigga some cash
I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? Hear it goes

I’ll just follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sun down I’m grindin' tryin' to make it by
Prayin' for my ship to come and take away the pain

Today is finally here
That day is finally here, that day is finally here
New shoes, new car, new whip, new chain, new wrist, new this, new that
That day is finally here, that day is finally here
New shoes, new car, new whip, new chain, new wrist, new this, new that

Taylor Swift Discography

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 09:07:00 +0000

Taylor Alison Swift or "Taylor Swift" is an American country-pop singer/songwriter who was born December 13, 1989 (age 19). Currently, she has released two albums(Taylor Swift, Fearless) under Big Machine Records. more...

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Taylor Swift - A Perfectly Good Heart Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 08:30:00 +0000

Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart now
Why would you wanna make the very first scar
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart

Maybe I should've seen the sign
Should've read the writing on the wall
And realized by the distance in your eyes
That I would be the one to fall
No matter what you say, I still can't believe
That you would walk away, it don't make sense to me

But why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart now
Why would you wanna make the very first scar
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart

It's not unbroken anymore
How do I get it back the way it was before

Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart now
Why would you wanna make the very first scar
Why would you wanna break
Why would you wanna break a

Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart now
Why would you wanna make the very first scar
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart

Mmmm..

Taylor Swift - Invisible Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 08:29:00 +0000

She can't see the way your eyes light up when you smile
She never noticed how you stop and stare whenever she walks by
And you can't see me wanting you the way you want her
But you are everything to me

And I just want to show you, she don't even know you
She's never gonna love you like I want to
And you just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible, yeah

There's a fire inside of you that can't help but shine through
But she's never gonna see the light, no matter what you do
And all I think about is how to make you think of me
And everything that we could be

And I just want show you, she don't even know you
She's never gonna love you like I want to
And you just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible

Like shadows in the faded light, oh, we're invisible
I just wanna open your eyes and make you realize

And I just want to show you, she don't even know you
Baby, let me love you, let me want you
You just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable
Instead of just invisible, oh, yeah

She can't see the way your eyes light up when you smile

Taylor Swift - I'm Only Me When I'm With You Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 08:28:00 +0000

Friday night beneath the stars
In a field behind your yard
You and I are paintin' pictures in the sky
And sometimes we don't say a thing
Just listen to the crickets sing
Everything I need is right here by my side
And I know everything about you
I don't wanna live without you

I'm only up when you're not down
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground
It's like no matter what I do
Well you drive me crazy half the time
The other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true
And I'm only me when I'm with you

Just a small town boy and girl
Livin' in a crazy world
Tryin' to figure out what is and isn't true
And I don't try to hide my tears
The secrets or my deepest fears
Through it all nobody gets me like you do
And you know everything about me
You say that you can't live without me

I'm only up when you're not down
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground
It's like no matter what I do
Well you drive me crazy half the time
The other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true
And I'm only me when I'm with you

When I'm with anybody else it's so hard to be myself
Only you can tell

That I'm only up when you're not down
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground
It's like no matter what I do
Well you drive me crazy half the time
The other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true

And I'm only me
Who I wanna be
Well, I'm only me when I'm with you
With you
Oh huh
Yeah

Taylor Swift - Our Song Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 08:28:00 +0000

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart

I look around, turn the radio down
He says, Baby is something wrong
I say, Nothing I was just thinking
How we don't have a song, and he says

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin'' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song

Taylor Swift - Mary's Song (Oh My My My) Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 08:27:00 +0000

She said, I was seven and you were nine
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky, the pretty lights'

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
Growing up and falling in love
And our momma smiled and rolled their eyes'

And said, 'Oh, my, my, my'

Take me back to the house in the backyard trees
Said you would beat me up, you were bigger than me
You never did, you never did

Take me back when our world was one lot bad
I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
Just two kids, you and I, oh, my, my, my, my

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined like pretty lights

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
They never believed we really fall in love
And our momma smiled and rolled their eyes

And said, 'Oh, my, my, my'

Take me back to the creek that's reaching dark
Two A.M, riding in your truck
Yet all I need is here next to me

Take me back to the time we had our very first fight
Slamming our doors instead of kissing goodnight
You stayed outside 'til the morning light, oh, my, my, my, my

A few years ago when comin' around
We were sitting at our favorite spot in town
Then you looked at me, got down on one knee

Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle
Our whole town came and our mommas cried
You said, 'I do' and I did too

Take me home when we met so many years before
Where we rock our babies on the very front porch
After all this time, you and I

When I'll be 87 you'll be 89
I'll still look at you like the stars that shine
In the sky, oh, my, my, my