Álbum Mail On Sunday de Flo Rida - Canciones
Mail On Sunday
2008 | 
Sello | Poe Boy Entertainment
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El álbum debut que introduce la discografía de Flo Rida, "Mail on Sunday", irrumpió en la escena musical con una fuerza arrolladora, estableciendo de inmediato al rapero de Florida como una potencia en el género del hip-hop y el pop. De hecho, este trabajo es la personificación del sonido de finales de la década de 2000, una mezcla vibrante de rap sureño con producciones electrónicas pegadizas y estribillos diseñados para dominar las pistas de baile y las radios comerciales.
Consecuentemente, el éxito del álbum fue impulsado de manera masiva por su single principal, "Low". Esta colaboración con T-Pain no solo fue una canción, sino un fenómeno cultural que rompió récords de ventas digitales y se mantuvo en la cima de las listas de éxitos durante semanas. Por esta razón, "Low" se convirtió en la tarjeta de presentación perfecta para Flo Rida, demostrando su increíble olfato para los hits.
Sin embargo, el álbum ofrece mucho más que un solo éxito. Por ejemplo, en temas como "Elevator", junto a Timbaland, y "In the Ayer", con will.i.am, el artista demuestra su versatilidad y su capacidad para codearse con algunos de los productores y artistas más importantes del momento. Además, estas colaboraciones de alto perfil ayudaron a cimentar su credibilidad y a ampliar su alcance.
En definitiva, "Mail on Sunday" fue una declaración de intenciones increíblemente efectiva. Por lo tanto, no solo presentó a un nuevo y carismático artista al mundo, sino que también estableció la fórmula que definiría gran parte de su carrera: ritmos contagiosos, colaboraciones estelares y un enfoque sin complejos en la creación de himnos para la fiesta.
Listado de canciones del álbum Mail On Sunday
- American SuperstarVer letra
[X]letra de American Superstar
[Lil Wayne]
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
American superstar..
[Flo-Rida]
I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches
Hop up out the whip
paparazzi takin pictures
[Lil Wayne]
I got guns for the snitches
And roses for the bitches
Hoppin out the whip
paparazzi takin pictures
x2
Heavy metal when i'm ballin
?
got an appetite for destruction
you can call me axel
ask me bout what a n##### done done
ask me bout what a n##### do will?
ask me bout where the bricks come from
that's what a snitch n##### do that tell
i don't want nothin to do with that bill?
if it's selected i'm bringin them shells
only position for me is a player
that's right playa better get it right playa
...emergency
...i'm blowin my trees
come on my nerve, no regular me
no somebody shorty with me on my knees
i'm ready if it's a problem
she sexy flo-rida holla
come test me get that ..
get messy just like a mobster
my broads deserve lobster
...deserve choppas
you serve like jimmy hopper
american showstopper
[chorus]
x2
[Lil Wayne]
Young moolah baby
I got money on money on money on money
on top of more money on top of my shit like flies
open that ferrari f 5 like eyes up and down ocean drive
jumpin up out that maybach with a bitch way back to tease them thighs
she got a tattoo on her booty and it say 305
DJ Khaled say it's a movie now don't forget your lines,
Cause you dont want me to edit before we roll the credits
bitch give me my credit
i'm so energetic
i'm f**kin like a rabbit smokin on lettuce
whatever i want i get it
i meant it if i said it
and i say i keep it pumpin i aint talkin unletted
if you want it come get it
cause boy i'm ready
i get that fast fetty they should call me tom petty
got two bitches one peanut butter one jelly
i'm a american gangster already
[chorus]
x2
[Lil Wayne]
I'm an american superstar
yeahhhh.
I'm an american superstar
yeahhh.
baby I'm an american superstar
hahaha Composición: Carlton Mays, Darius Stanley, Dwayne CarterMúsicos invitados: Diesel (15) (Recorded By) - Ack Like You KnowVer letra
[X]letra de Ack Like You Know
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
My whole squad iced out
My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
Why ask a question that already got an answer?
End of discussion, meet the polar bears you pandas
Rubberband bananza
When I'm in the land of
20 grand a stander?
Make you understand us
I'm sorry if you ain't got ya stacks up
Tell yo click to patch up
That envy get you patched up
Dog, y'ain't ready for this
Machine thang ready to spit
I ain't just tellin' you shit
Peat game look at my wrist
Flo Rida franchise, I'm like the pizza man
All about cheese, full of dough
Let me [grease?] ya hands
[Mobile?] I ain't local
Ghetto nigga, done wit postal
Stuntin' hard, that's my focal
Now my cash goin' coastal
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
My whole squad iced out
My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
The world don't revolve around me
That's what the haters say 'til that revolve around me
Fort Knox, I'm in the spot
Big knocks, right off the block
Closed shop, come in that drop
Hoes flock, givin' me props
I used to be gross, 'til that income grossed
Me enough to toast, like I'm on the sitcoms
Champagne overdose
East Coast, West Coast
Came in the game, wit a remote
Turn on my fame, I got to glow
A project dude? The new dollar signs
All this from on the grind
All this from writing rhymes
Silver shoe boxes, big faces on my watches
Seven figures that's the object
No more [carrying a?] sausage
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
My whole squad iced out
My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
Flo Rida so abusive to them Ben Franks
Rubber bands flyin' like the pilot had too many dranks
Turbulence, she makin' it bounce
I got the best seat in the house
Twerking it, I'm losing count
She workin' for that dollar 'mount
A privilege just to be a prospector, ballin
Mo' issues a pistol fallin'
Official, the shot callin'
Holdin' it down, settin' it off
Money to floss, bitch I'm a boss
Takin a loss, no matter the cost
Women to toss, I live in a [loft?]
Carol City, doing big thangs, baby
Them Dade County streets raised me
Ever since the early 80's
APT's, live in the hood
Triple beams, slangin' that good
Krispy Kreme, where I stood
Livin' the dream, just like I should
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
My whole squad iced out
My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey Composición: Jamil PierreMezclas: Victor FloresMúsicos invitados: Malik Albert (Recorded By) - ElevatorVer letra
[X]letra de Elevator
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 stopped a gold diggin' woman
Money cash flow all big faced hundreds
Stuntin' on the pole 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 it from her mommy
Louis bags, rich, Gucci, Fendi and Armani
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 but her name on the cake
If I ever play for booty grade A
Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!
My first floor, stuck on the gold digger
My second floor, stuck on the dime piece
My third floor, stuck on the hood rat
My fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh
She got her nails did, she got her hair did
She got 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; True Religion, Ed Hardy
Little mama twerk that top model body
South Beach piece on the back of that Ducati
I'll bet you that brand new Ferrari
Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!
My first floor, stuck on the gold digger
My second floor, stuck on the dime piece
My third floor, stuck on the hood rat
My fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz.
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh
My third floor stuck on the hood rat charm
Cut, take boy Hollyhood action
Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone
Tattoo type, bump the low ring tone
Bending Ghetto booty, playing the ghetto booty on her.
Roll up machilles 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
Pure uncut stay home with a J
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!
My first floor, stuck on the gold digger
My second floor, stuck on the dime piece
My third floor, stuck on the hood rat
My fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz.
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh Composición: Hannon Lane, Timothy MosleyFeaturing: TimbalandMúsicos invitados: Hannon Lane (Keyboards), Jimmy Douglass (Recorded By) - RollVer letra
[X]letra de Roll
(feat. Sean Kingston)
[Intro: Sean Kingston (Flo Rida)]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
It's Kingston & Flo Rida (Flo Rida)
Kingston & Flo Rida (Sean Kingston)
Kingston & Flo Rida (J.R. on da track, Poe Boy)
Kingston & Flo Rida (let's get it!)
[Chorus x2: Sean Kingston]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
[Verse: Flo Rida]
Hey...
I could beat a man, dat's a shawty undastand it
Roll da police, when da feda jock panic
Pull ova, Flo Rida can handle it
'Gon place ya bets, or we betta yet alan it
City to Vegas, God's 2 bust it babies
I stay on da tragic, your pretty p***y from Haden
Rappas' tables invaded, great, watch it belated
Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin' lately
Yeah, we could play seen-o
You can be my ginger
Sam rock steam, shawty, I supply the dealas
I gotta thank my no-go
Bumpin' of da game pit
Boss, ghetto boss, 'gon show me I'm da man
[Chorus x2: Sean Kingston]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go! Composición: Christopher Lanier, Jonathan \, Sly JordanMezclas: Jonathan \Featuring: Sean KingstonMúsicos invitados: Greg Ogan (Recorded By) - LowVer letra
[X]letra de Low
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 Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
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 oh
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
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 Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
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 over, 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
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 Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Whoa
Shawty
Yeah 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
Gal 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 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 Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low Composición: Montay Humphrey, T-PainFeaturing: T-PainMúsicos invitados: Geoff Gibbs (Recorded By) - PricelessVer letra
[X]letra de Priceless
(feat. Birdman)
I pulled up to the club on dubs
they say look at them go
look at them go
and raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
times in a row
cuz I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
but me bein fly dats priceless
and I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
but me bein fly dats priceless
baby dats priceless
err but the projects
postin dats the object
me talkin cash
then you better switch the topic
bitch nigga stop it
gon ahead and cop it
money in the bag
probly takin out the garbage
I know dem boys snitchin
cuz they're scared of 1st degree
but you can tell em f.e.d's
im in VIP
w/ 4 mill chedda keep boy keys
the window to the wall
supplier of wat you need
got no wife but the wife be my girlfriend
my girlfriend girlfriend
lookin for a girl friend
nick name tail spin
meet you in da whirlwind
lord hear the way
now dey ask you where the world went
I pulled up to the club on dubs
they say look at them go
look at them go
and raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
times in a row
cuz I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
but me bein fly dats priceless
and I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
but me bein fly dats priceless
baby dats priceless
I'm so fly
not to mention that im priceless
ya aint never seen
heard of them
none like this
thousand dollar jeans
air force 2 nike's
prowlin in the club
give a f**k about indictments
scuse' me bartender but the drinks on me
2 magnums in my hand
one fo creeps one fo freaks
too much legal tender
so its raining bubbly
my ice the same color
how kelis used to be
HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE
Pop pop niggas aint even they spinnin
I made a make dollars
So it have to make sense
Im born out liquor
Ima dead president
All of um dead
All of um died
Toe tag money see it fallin out da sky
Bitch if im priceless
Then burry me alive
My pockets like caskets
Death live inside
I pulled up to the club on dubs
they say look at them go
look at them go
and raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
times in a row
cuz I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
but me bein fly dats priceless
and I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
but me bein fly dats priceless
baby dats priceless
alligator wit da sways
50 on the carpet
all yellow hard 8s
scarface white leather
purple cush
green all red shinin any weather
customized jeeps for high priced life nigga
get it till you cant no mo
shop till you cant no mo
10 on some new shoes
50 on da boy
100 on some new jeans
and give a f**k bout the price
precious little tight blue heart on my mike
she'll get your whole life for a stack
get yourself something nice
I pulled up to the club on dubs
they say look at them go
look at them go
and raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
times in a row
cuz I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
but me bein fly dats priceless
and I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
but me bein fly dats priceless
baby dats priceless Composición: Bryan Williams (2), Chauncey Hollis, J. Woodward, Theron Thomas, Timothy ThomasFeaturing: Birdman (2)Músicos invitados: Josh Berman (2) (Recorded By) - Ms. HangoverVer letra
[X]letra de Ms. Hangover
[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] Composición: Jonathan \, Sly JordanMúsicos invitados: Greg Ogan (Recorded By) - Still MissinVer letra
[X]letra de Still Missin
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. Composición: Daniel Johnson (2)Músicos invitados: O. Lewis (2) (Keyboards [Keys]) - In The AyerVer letra
[X]letra de In The Ayer
Chorus: Will.I.Am ][X2]
Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer
[Verse 1 : Flo Rida ]
Hey this is my jam
Yall don't understand
I'll make you understand
What's pumpin in my CD player ( player )
Party all night like yayer ( yayer )
Shawty got a hand in the ayer ( ayer )
Make me want to take it dayer
Then I go , here I go , here is my song
DJ bring it back come in my zone
I get paid for them couple bonez
The next wop until the early morn
I need that crunk when im up in tha club
Even my when my chevy pull up on them dubs
Give me that drop yellow waist like a drug
Lil mama hot and she might show me love
O hot damn
Celebrate to tha A.M
I love it so much it got me sayin
[chorus: Will.I.Am/Tiffany Villarreal ][X2]
Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer
[Verse 2 : Flo Rida ]
Hey Heyy i might just start the wave
Like im at a ball game do my thang
Hands up high i got money in tha bank
Im so fly 747 pain
Rock it no stop it how i got my name
Baby keep poppin you might get tha fame
Walk tha red carpet wont see you the same
I get tha stuntin forget my name
Start with me
Ride with me
Represent tha city vibe with me
Make me throw it up ma timid in tha club
Go ahead throw it up gotta wonder
How much to show enough to stare(stare)
Im hood so its really unfair (unfair)
Shorty go ahead and get bare(bare)
We aint gonna treat our city like the mayor(mayor)
[chorus: Will.I.Am/Tiffany Villarreal ][X2]
Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer
(Will.I.Am)
Alright now stop oooo
Put your hands in the ayer
Its a stick
(a stick up stick up)
Its a stick up just to tha ceilin man Composición: Will AdamsMezclas: Dylan DresdowFeaturing: Will I AmMúsicos invitados: Tiffany Villarreal (Backing Vocals), Will I Am (Drums [Programming]), Padraic Kerin (Recorded By), Will I Am (Recorded By), Will I Am (Synthesizer [Synth Programming]) - Me & U
Composición: Bosko Kante, Justin FranksMúsicos invitados: Bosko (Vocals [Additional]), DJ Fingaz (Vocals [Additional]) - All My LifeVer letra
[X]letra de All My Life
[Chorus:]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
The hood never caused but they all was hard
His kind never represented love at all
Purple hearts in the hood, them ghetto scars
Where every time I see my daddy it was just a mirage
Now my mammy need a mechanic when the car wouldn't
start
I couldn't understand it, even told it to god
Now my family in jeans, headed straight to the top
Access granted with this empty can of starch
No not the [?] liquor store got robbed
Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
Surrounded by the stars them dirty cars
Dreadlocks in the grill try to camouflage
Gotta make it out for real for I be at large
I wrote XXL in the view of my squad
Got a record on the shelf they say I'm good at the
mall
Gotta learn to help myself no sugar to borrow
Cause...
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
A four course meal every first of the month
Everybody in the projects family home
Don't know you till the DJ like I want some
But before thanksgiving, was a catholic nun
Crabs in the bucket dirty 11 to 1
Without the struggle probably never woulda heard of
lebron
Try and juggle in the casket with ya sister lavonne
Suicide, live lavish at the tip of my tongue
Only thing come to ratchet was the 23rd song
Yeah it coulda been tragic for the boy from the scums
Yeah he got the craftmatic no rest till I won
Life took a stab at him couldn't punch him alone
Born near the savages kinda made me numb
Two doors from where the dope boi magic was slung
It was real not a fancy, they'd kill ya for crumbs
Only reason why I rap, keep from being a bum
Cause...
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
Sitting here, reminiscing,
Of all the nights I had to grind
Taking chances with the system,
I put my whole life on the line
All my life know it ain't been sweet
All my life I been in the streets
All my life up against concrete
All my life mama gave me the speech
All my life somebody died every week
All my life ducking the police
All my life without soda I weeped
All my life no first class seats
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on Composición: Ladamon Douglas - Don't Know How To Act
Composición: Carlton Mays, Courtney Travis, Jasiel RobinsonMezclas: Ray SeayFeaturing: Yung JocMúsicos invitados: Earl Miles (Bass), Victor Flores (Mixed By [Additional]), J. J. Penders (Recorded By), Victor Flores (Recorded By [Additional]) - Freaky DeakyVer letra
[X]letra de Freaky Deaky
[Chorus:]
Ass shaken at a quarter to 2 and I'm feelin your ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body's caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom cutting up
Freaky Deaky
I got just what we need Hennessy and some weed light the candles up
Freaky
You inspire me with ecstasy got me feelin so
Freaky Deaky
[Verse 1:]
Legs up on my shoulder
If you want I'll bend you over
Climb on top of me it's over
Let you ride me ride me
I'm teach you yoga let you meet my freaky solider
We might end up on the sofa doin the nasty nasty
Girl if I give you that (tounge)
Lick you all over be makin you (cum)
You tell a friend now she gone wanna (come)
That's how Flo-Rida be havin em' (sprung)
Screamin all way to the top of yo (lungs)
Scratchin my back cause this dick is the bomb
Tappin that ass on that Don Perrion
You are the guest girl I'm not even done
I got yo
[Chorus:]
Ass shaken at a quarter to 2 and I'm feelin your ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body's caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom cutting up
Freaky Deaky
I got just what we need Hennessy and some weed light the candles up
Freaky
You inspire me with ecstasy got me feelin so
Freaky Deaky
[Verse 2:]
Sweatin down ya body
Come here girl I want ya body
Promise I won't tell nobody if you
Sex me Sex me
Yea I know you probably got a man
But you's a hottie
Long legs like Kyla Marie look so
Tasty Tasty
I wanna get you so (wet)
Outta control when I kiss on yo (neck)
Girl I'm a pro if you ready to (flex)
Any position I stroke it the (best)
Play with that kitty up under yo (dress)
Shorty I really know how to (caress)
Give you them hickies all over yo (breast)
Takin no pity get pretty unstressed
I'll have yo...
[Chorus:]
Ass shaken at a quarter to 2 and I'm feelin your ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body's caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom cutting up
Freaky Deaky
I got just what we need Hennessy and some weed light the candles up
Freaky
You inspire me with ecstasy got me feelin so
Freaky Deaky
[Verse 3:]
Fienin for my thuggin
Lots of rubbin lots of touchin
Now ya hot just like a oven
Girl ya (horny horny)
Freaky Deaky lovely
Ecstasy before we cutting
Leave ya navel like I'm grubbin
If I (eat you eat you)
I ain't just bumpin my gums
Girl it's whatever we on that patron
Whole nother level lil mama it's on
Ohhh you like that haaaaaaaaaa
Don't you fight back unhhh hunnnnh
Throw it right back or sum
Layin that pipe like a plummer
If you hid it from yo mama got yo...
[Chorus:]
Ass shaken at a quarter to 2 and I'm feelin your ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body's caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom cutting up
Freaky Deaky
I got just what we need Hennessy and some weed light the candles up
Freaky
You inspire me with ecstasy got me feelin so
Freaky Deaky Composición: Amir Williams (2), Tony CastilloFeaturing: Trey Songz - Money RightVer letra
[X]letra de Money Right
I got my money right, I ain't nothin nice, it's goin
down tonight, that's what the bitches like all day
long
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
I got my money right, I ain't nothin nice, it's goin
down tonight, that's what the bitches like all day
long, I ain't here for nothin baby, all day long, I
ain't here for nothin only cash [X2]
[Flo Rida]
Everythin safe, gotta walk-in safe
Treadmill rapper still runnin in place
All these meals I can share my plate
Flo Rida full yeah I already ate
Plenty to give or take I'm bout business
Make no mistake hey this serious this real estate
[? ]
My postition I'm cuttin cake I'm the chef in the
kitchen late
On my recipe bill gates on the essence I'm all the
way
Don't worry bout a dolla don dolla with the product?
Ain't no problem if you starta you a starter you get
hot up
Grand pieces I got em I get em ballin like somethin
Consider the show stoppa I'm all in the damn profit
[Chorus]
[Brisco:]
My life is straight I'm livin good I ain't hurtin for
nothin
I knock the riches in them word but I'm workin with
somethin
The escalade all pearl, you control it with buttons
They keep the tabs on they curb when I come through
stuntin
That's Brisc best to believe it seatin on?
I'm the don take it or leave it, throw it in ya face
Big Bs makin it rain no need to hate
Got beef, loadin them thangs, grip the whole case
I got my money right and I'm livin up some rubba
bands
Hit the club [? ] bet I spend a couple grand (couple
grand)
[? ]
When I'm on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross:]
Ricky Ross
[? ] my jeans I'm gettin brain everyday
Bitches thicka than venus I told Serina she can train
Got my money like a train... Composición: British Mitchell, Javon Thomas, William Roberts (2)Mezclas: Ray SeayFeaturing: Brisco, Rick Ross
El álbum debut que introduce la discografía de Flo Rida, "Mail on Sunday", irrumpió en la escena musical con una fuerza arrolladora, estableciendo de inmediato al rapero de Florida como una potencia en el género del hip-hop y el pop. De hecho, este trabajo es la personificación del sonido de finales de la década de 2000, una mezcla vibrante de rap sureño con producciones electrónicas pegadizas y estribillos diseñados para dominar las pistas de baile y las radios comerciales.
Consecuentemente, el éxito del álbum fue impulsado de manera masiva por su single principal, "Low". Esta colaboración con T-Pain no solo fue una canción, sino un fenómeno cultural que rompió récords de ventas digitales y se mantuvo en la cima de las listas de éxitos durante semanas. Por esta razón, "Low" se convirtió en la tarjeta de presentación perfecta para Flo Rida, demostrando su increíble olfato para los hits.
Sin embargo, el álbum ofrece mucho más que un solo éxito. Por ejemplo, en temas como "Elevator", junto a Timbaland, y "In the Ayer", con will.i.am, el artista demuestra su versatilidad y su capacidad para codearse con algunos de los productores y artistas más importantes del momento. Además, estas colaboraciones de alto perfil ayudaron a cimentar su credibilidad y a ampliar su alcance.
En definitiva, "Mail on Sunday" fue una declaración de intenciones increíblemente efectiva. Por lo tanto, no solo presentó a un nuevo y carismático artista al mundo, sino que también estableció la fórmula que definiría gran parte de su carrera: ritmos contagiosos, colaboraciones estelares y un enfoque sin complejos en la creación de himnos para la fiesta.
[X]
[Lil Wayne]letra de American Superstar
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
Look at me bitch
American superstar..
[Flo-Rida]
I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches
Hop up out the whip
paparazzi takin pictures
[Lil Wayne]
I got guns for the snitches
And roses for the bitches
Hoppin out the whip
paparazzi takin pictures
x2
Heavy metal when i'm ballin
?
got an appetite for destruction
you can call me axel
ask me bout what a n##### done done
ask me bout what a n##### do will?
ask me bout where the bricks come from
that's what a snitch n##### do that tell
i don't want nothin to do with that bill?
if it's selected i'm bringin them shells
only position for me is a player
that's right playa better get it right playa
...emergency
...i'm blowin my trees
come on my nerve, no regular me
no somebody shorty with me on my knees
i'm ready if it's a problem
she sexy flo-rida holla
come test me get that ..
get messy just like a mobster
my broads deserve lobster
...deserve choppas
you serve like jimmy hopper
american showstopper
[chorus]
x2
[Lil Wayne]
Young moolah baby
I got money on money on money on money
on top of more money on top of my shit like flies
open that ferrari f 5 like eyes up and down ocean drive
jumpin up out that maybach with a bitch way back to tease them thighs
she got a tattoo on her booty and it say 305
DJ Khaled say it's a movie now don't forget your lines,
Cause you dont want me to edit before we roll the credits
bitch give me my credit
i'm so energetic
i'm f**kin like a rabbit smokin on lettuce
whatever i want i get it
i meant it if i said it
and i say i keep it pumpin i aint talkin unletted
if you want it come get it
cause boy i'm ready
i get that fast fetty they should call me tom petty
got two bitches one peanut butter one jelly
i'm a american gangster already
[chorus]
x2
[Lil Wayne]
I'm an american superstar
yeahhhh.
I'm an american superstar
yeahhh.
baby I'm an american superstar
hahaha
[X]
Ain't no need to ask whyletra de Ack Like You Know
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
My whole squad iced out
My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
Why ask a question that already got an answer?
End of discussion, meet the polar bears you pandas
Rubberband bananza
When I'm in the land of
20 grand a stander?
Make you understand us
I'm sorry if you ain't got ya stacks up
Tell yo click to patch up
That envy get you patched up
Dog, y'ain't ready for this
Machine thang ready to spit
I ain't just tellin' you shit
Peat game look at my wrist
Flo Rida franchise, I'm like the pizza man
All about cheese, full of dough
Let me [grease?] ya hands
[Mobile?] I ain't local
Ghetto nigga, done wit postal
Stuntin' hard, that's my focal
Now my cash goin' coastal
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
My whole squad iced out
My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
The world don't revolve around me
That's what the haters say 'til that revolve around me
Fort Knox, I'm in the spot
Big knocks, right off the block
Closed shop, come in that drop
Hoes flock, givin' me props
I used to be gross, 'til that income grossed
Me enough to toast, like I'm on the sitcoms
Champagne overdose
East Coast, West Coast
Came in the game, wit a remote
Turn on my fame, I got to glow
A project dude? The new dollar signs
All this from on the grind
All this from writing rhymes
Silver shoe boxes, big faces on my watches
Seven figures that's the object
No more [carrying a?] sausage
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
My whole squad iced out
My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
Flo Rida so abusive to them Ben Franks
Rubber bands flyin' like the pilot had too many dranks
Turbulence, she makin' it bounce
I got the best seat in the house
Twerking it, I'm losing count
She workin' for that dollar 'mount
A privilege just to be a prospector, ballin
Mo' issues a pistol fallin'
Official, the shot callin'
Holdin' it down, settin' it off
Money to floss, bitch I'm a boss
Takin a loss, no matter the cost
Women to toss, I live in a [loft?]
Carol City, doing big thangs, baby
Them Dade County streets raised me
Ever since the early 80's
APT's, live in the hood
Triple beams, slangin' that good
Krispy Kreme, where I stood
Livin' the dream, just like I should
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
My whole squad iced out
My niggas so trill, my niggas so trill
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack, ack like you know
Hey
[X]
Hey girl you're comin' with me, your comin' with meletra de Elevator
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 stopped a gold diggin' woman
Money cash flow all big faced hundreds
Stuntin' on the pole 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 it from her mommy
Louis bags, rich, Gucci, Fendi and Armani
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 but her name on the cake
If I ever play for booty grade A
Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!
My first floor, stuck on the gold digger
My second floor, stuck on the dime piece
My third floor, stuck on the hood rat
My fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh
She got her nails did, she got her hair did
She got 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; True Religion, Ed Hardy
Little mama twerk that top model body
South Beach piece on the back of that Ducati
I'll bet you that brand new Ferrari
Got you stuck on my
On my elevator
Get it up, on my elevator
Check it out!
My first floor, stuck on the gold digger
My second floor, stuck on the dime piece
My third floor, stuck on the hood rat
My fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz.
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh
My third floor stuck on the hood rat charm
Cut, take boy Hollyhood action
Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone
Tattoo type, bump the low ring tone
Bending Ghetto booty, playing the ghetto booty on her.
Roll up machilles 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
Pure uncut stay home with a J
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!
My first floor, stuck on the gold digger
My second floor, stuck on the dime piece
My third floor, stuck on the hood rat
My fourth floor, freak it I don't know cuz.
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ella, e-ella-vator
(This girl is)She's stuck on my ehh o ehh oh
[X]
(feat. Sean Kingston)letra de Roll
[Intro: Sean Kingston (Flo Rida)]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
It's Kingston & Flo Rida (Flo Rida)
Kingston & Flo Rida (Sean Kingston)
Kingston & Flo Rida (J.R. on da track, Poe Boy)
Kingston & Flo Rida (let's get it!)
[Chorus x2: Sean Kingston]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
[Verse: Flo Rida]
Hey...
I could beat a man, dat's a shawty undastand it
Roll da police, when da feda jock panic
Pull ova, Flo Rida can handle it
'Gon place ya bets, or we betta yet alan it
City to Vegas, God's 2 bust it babies
I stay on da tragic, your pretty p***y from Haden
Rappas' tables invaded, great, watch it belated
Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin' lately
Yeah, we could play seen-o
You can be my ginger
Sam rock steam, shawty, I supply the dealas
I gotta thank my no-go
Bumpin' of da game pit
Boss, ghetto boss, 'gon show me I'm da man
[Chorus x2: Sean Kingston]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
[X]
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans)letra de Low
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 Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
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 oh
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
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 Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
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 over, 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
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 Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Whoa
Shawty
Yeah 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
Gal 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 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 Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
[X]
(feat. Birdman)letra de Priceless
I pulled up to the club on dubs
they say look at them go
look at them go
and raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
times in a row
cuz I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
but me bein fly dats priceless
and I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
but me bein fly dats priceless
baby dats priceless
err but the projects
postin dats the object
me talkin cash
then you better switch the topic
bitch nigga stop it
gon ahead and cop it
money in the bag
probly takin out the garbage
I know dem boys snitchin
cuz they're scared of 1st degree
but you can tell em f.e.d's
im in VIP
w/ 4 mill chedda keep boy keys
the window to the wall
supplier of wat you need
got no wife but the wife be my girlfriend
my girlfriend girlfriend
lookin for a girl friend
nick name tail spin
meet you in da whirlwind
lord hear the way
now dey ask you where the world went
I pulled up to the club on dubs
they say look at them go
look at them go
and raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
times in a row
cuz I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
but me bein fly dats priceless
and I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
but me bein fly dats priceless
baby dats priceless
I'm so fly
not to mention that im priceless
ya aint never seen
heard of them
none like this
thousand dollar jeans
air force 2 nike's
prowlin in the club
give a f**k about indictments
scuse' me bartender but the drinks on me
2 magnums in my hand
one fo creeps one fo freaks
too much legal tender
so its raining bubbly
my ice the same color
how kelis used to be
HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE
Pop pop niggas aint even they spinnin
I made a make dollars
So it have to make sense
Im born out liquor
Ima dead president
All of um dead
All of um died
Toe tag money see it fallin out da sky
Bitch if im priceless
Then burry me alive
My pockets like caskets
Death live inside
I pulled up to the club on dubs
they say look at them go
look at them go
and raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
times in a row
cuz I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
but me bein fly dats priceless
and I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
but me bein fly dats priceless
baby dats priceless
alligator wit da sways
50 on the carpet
all yellow hard 8s
scarface white leather
purple cush
green all red shinin any weather
customized jeeps for high priced life nigga
get it till you cant no mo
shop till you cant no mo
10 on some new shoes
50 on da boy
100 on some new jeans
and give a f**k bout the price
precious little tight blue heart on my mike
she'll get your whole life for a stack
get yourself something nice
I pulled up to the club on dubs
they say look at them go
look at them go
and raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
times in a row
cuz I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
but me bein fly dats priceless
and I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
but me bein fly dats priceless
baby dats priceless
[X]
[Intro/Chorus: Flo Rida]letra de Ms. Hangover
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]
[X]
My lawnmower home, but my hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'.letra de 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.
[X]
Chorus: Will.I.Am ][X2]letra de In The Ayer
Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer
[Verse 1 : Flo Rida ]
Hey this is my jam
Yall don't understand
I'll make you understand
What's pumpin in my CD player ( player )
Party all night like yayer ( yayer )
Shawty got a hand in the ayer ( ayer )
Make me want to take it dayer
Then I go , here I go , here is my song
DJ bring it back come in my zone
I get paid for them couple bonez
The next wop until the early morn
I need that crunk when im up in tha club
Even my when my chevy pull up on them dubs
Give me that drop yellow waist like a drug
Lil mama hot and she might show me love
O hot damn
Celebrate to tha A.M
I love it so much it got me sayin
[chorus: Will.I.Am/Tiffany Villarreal ][X2]
Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer
[Verse 2 : Flo Rida ]
Hey Heyy i might just start the wave
Like im at a ball game do my thang
Hands up high i got money in tha bank
Im so fly 747 pain
Rock it no stop it how i got my name
Baby keep poppin you might get tha fame
Walk tha red carpet wont see you the same
I get tha stuntin forget my name
Start with me
Ride with me
Represent tha city vibe with me
Make me throw it up ma timid in tha club
Go ahead throw it up gotta wonder
How much to show enough to stare(stare)
Im hood so its really unfair (unfair)
Shorty go ahead and get bare(bare)
We aint gonna treat our city like the mayor(mayor)
[chorus: Will.I.Am/Tiffany Villarreal ][X2]
Oh hot damn , this is my jam
Keep me partying till the A.M
Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands
In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer
(Will.I.Am)
Alright now stop oooo
Put your hands in the ayer
Its a stick
(a stick up stick up)
Its a stick up just to tha ceilin man
Composición: Bosko Kante, Justin FranksMúsicos invitados: Bosko (Vocals [Additional]), DJ Fingaz (Vocals [Additional])
[X]
[Chorus:]letra de All My Life
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
The hood never caused but they all was hard
His kind never represented love at all
Purple hearts in the hood, them ghetto scars
Where every time I see my daddy it was just a mirage
Now my mammy need a mechanic when the car wouldn't
start
I couldn't understand it, even told it to god
Now my family in jeans, headed straight to the top
Access granted with this empty can of starch
No not the [?] liquor store got robbed
Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
Surrounded by the stars them dirty cars
Dreadlocks in the grill try to camouflage
Gotta make it out for real for I be at large
I wrote XXL in the view of my squad
Got a record on the shelf they say I'm good at the
mall
Gotta learn to help myself no sugar to borrow
Cause...
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
A four course meal every first of the month
Everybody in the projects family home
Don't know you till the DJ like I want some
But before thanksgiving, was a catholic nun
Crabs in the bucket dirty 11 to 1
Without the struggle probably never woulda heard of
lebron
Try and juggle in the casket with ya sister lavonne
Suicide, live lavish at the tip of my tongue
Only thing come to ratchet was the 23rd song
Yeah it coulda been tragic for the boy from the scums
Yeah he got the craftmatic no rest till I won
Life took a stab at him couldn't punch him alone
Born near the savages kinda made me numb
Two doors from where the dope boi magic was slung
It was real not a fancy, they'd kill ya for crumbs
Only reason why I rap, keep from being a bum
Cause...
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
Sitting here, reminiscing,
Of all the nights I had to grind
Taking chances with the system,
I put my whole life on the line
All my life know it ain't been sweet
All my life I been in the streets
All my life up against concrete
All my life mama gave me the speech
All my life somebody died every week
All my life ducking the police
All my life without soda I weeped
All my life no first class seats
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All my life it's the moment I been waiting on
Composición: Carlton Mays, Courtney Travis, Jasiel RobinsonMezclas: Ray SeayFeaturing: Yung JocMúsicos invitados: Earl Miles (Bass), Victor Flores (Mixed By [Additional]), J. J. Penders (Recorded By), Victor Flores (Recorded By [Additional])
[X]
[Chorus:]letra de Freaky Deaky
Ass shaken at a quarter to 2 and I'm feelin your ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body's caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom cutting up
Freaky Deaky
I got just what we need Hennessy and some weed light the candles up
Freaky
You inspire me with ecstasy got me feelin so
Freaky Deaky
[Verse 1:]
Legs up on my shoulder
If you want I'll bend you over
Climb on top of me it's over
Let you ride me ride me
I'm teach you yoga let you meet my freaky solider
We might end up on the sofa doin the nasty nasty
Girl if I give you that (tounge)
Lick you all over be makin you (cum)
You tell a friend now she gone wanna (come)
That's how Flo-Rida be havin em' (sprung)
Screamin all way to the top of yo (lungs)
Scratchin my back cause this dick is the bomb
Tappin that ass on that Don Perrion
You are the guest girl I'm not even done
I got yo
[Chorus:]
Ass shaken at a quarter to 2 and I'm feelin your ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body's caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom cutting up
Freaky Deaky
I got just what we need Hennessy and some weed light the candles up
Freaky
You inspire me with ecstasy got me feelin so
Freaky Deaky
[Verse 2:]
Sweatin down ya body
Come here girl I want ya body
Promise I won't tell nobody if you
Sex me Sex me
Yea I know you probably got a man
But you's a hottie
Long legs like Kyla Marie look so
Tasty Tasty
I wanna get you so (wet)
Outta control when I kiss on yo (neck)
Girl I'm a pro if you ready to (flex)
Any position I stroke it the (best)
Play with that kitty up under yo (dress)
Shorty I really know how to (caress)
Give you them hickies all over yo (breast)
Takin no pity get pretty unstressed
I'll have yo...
[Chorus:]
Ass shaken at a quarter to 2 and I'm feelin your ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body's caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom cutting up
Freaky Deaky
I got just what we need Hennessy and some weed light the candles up
Freaky
You inspire me with ecstasy got me feelin so
Freaky Deaky
[Verse 3:]
Fienin for my thuggin
Lots of rubbin lots of touchin
Now ya hot just like a oven
Girl ya (horny horny)
Freaky Deaky lovely
Ecstasy before we cutting
Leave ya navel like I'm grubbin
If I (eat you eat you)
I ain't just bumpin my gums
Girl it's whatever we on that patron
Whole nother level lil mama it's on
Ohhh you like that haaaaaaaaaa
Don't you fight back unhhh hunnnnh
Throw it right back or sum
Layin that pipe like a plummer
If you hid it from yo mama got yo...
[Chorus:]
Ass shaken at a quarter to 2 and I'm feelin your ready to
Freak me Freak me
Body's caught an applause you can hear us in the bathroom cutting up
Freaky Deaky
I got just what we need Hennessy and some weed light the candles up
Freaky
You inspire me with ecstasy got me feelin so
Freaky Deaky
[X]
I got my money right, I ain't nothin nice, it's goinletra de Money Right
down tonight, that's what the bitches like all day
long
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
I got my money right, I ain't nothin nice, it's goin
down tonight, that's what the bitches like all day
long, I ain't here for nothin baby, all day long, I
ain't here for nothin only cash [X2]
[Flo Rida]
Everythin safe, gotta walk-in safe
Treadmill rapper still runnin in place
All these meals I can share my plate
Flo Rida full yeah I already ate
Plenty to give or take I'm bout business
Make no mistake hey this serious this real estate
[? ]
My postition I'm cuttin cake I'm the chef in the
kitchen late
On my recipe bill gates on the essence I'm all the
way
Don't worry bout a dolla don dolla with the product?
Ain't no problem if you starta you a starter you get
hot up
Grand pieces I got em I get em ballin like somethin
Consider the show stoppa I'm all in the damn profit
[Chorus]
[Brisco:]
My life is straight I'm livin good I ain't hurtin for
nothin
I knock the riches in them word but I'm workin with
somethin
The escalade all pearl, you control it with buttons
They keep the tabs on they curb when I come through
stuntin
That's Brisc best to believe it seatin on?
I'm the don take it or leave it, throw it in ya face
Big Bs makin it rain no need to hate
Got beef, loadin them thangs, grip the whole case
I got my money right and I'm livin up some rubba
bands
Hit the club [? ] bet I spend a couple grand (couple
grand)
[? ]
When I'm on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross:]
Ricky Ross
[? ] my jeans I'm gettin brain everyday
Bitches thicka than venus I told Serina she can train
Got my money like a train...
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