Flo-Rida

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Flo-Rida - Текст песни In The Ayer

Oh hot dam

This is my jam

Keep me partyin till the AM

Ya'll don't understand

Make me throw my hands in the ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer

[X2]

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

See me in da club I'm da big boi, I'm da big boi

With da big watch, get flip-four

Girls 6-4, get low with it

When you xxxx me, you get dough with it

Not one honey, put it all with it

I'm in da Lambo, and I'm floorin it

Yea flow with it, Popo with it

You know the money I'm throwin it

Jigga-lo, jiggalo jiggalat

Jigga-lo, jiggalo jiggalat

We get low, they kinda feelin that

We in dough, they kinda feelin that

One million, two million, three

Ten million that's all on me

Ricky ross, triples C's be good

Black flag just reppin' my hood!

Oh hot dam (Dam! )

This is my jam (Jam! )

Keep me partyin till the AM

Y'all don't understand

Make me throw my hands in the ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer

[Verse 2: Flo Rida]

This mines, mines

I'm so stingy

Mama told me not to be so friendly

I need my jam, need my jelly

The red, the grape, hold up baby!

Hot dam, god dam 'ya'll ain't ready

Throw my hands up and the look like 'fetti

Ooh girl they so scared

I'm still alive but the president's dead

Ayer ayer they can't read

Money money money call it evalans please

Spend a hundred grand on the Flo Rida piece

Big fat F now the teacher hate me

Now I'm gon' flunk out I don't understand

Too much gwap in my rubber bands

I ain't gon talk to the G4 now

Probably don't stop till the wheel I am (am)

Oh hot dam (Dam! )

This is my jam (Jam! )

Keep me partyin till the AM

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Make me throw my hands in the ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer

[Verse 3: Brisco]

YEAH!

Ha, throw em up higha!

Brisco, ya boy spit fiah!

This a stickup, don't you move

Here money, now I'm on that booze

REmix, xxxxx I'm me

Cause you can't have xxx without Black Eyed Peas

I'm so hood I scare myself

But if thang all good that cheese don't melt

Hot dam, this my jam

These streets they know just who I am

I'm, take 3, throw six back up

Low-key got xxxx in da back yeah

Get loose, cause I am

Wu-tang, cause I am

Poboy yes stand up!

And, keep ya hands upOh hot dam (Dam! )

This is my jam (Jam! )

Keep me partyin till the AM

Y'all don't understand

Make me throw my hands in the ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer

[Verse 4: Billy Blye]

This is my jam, oh yeah my sense in the air

That xxxxx keep eyein a player

Fuck around, I'm a put it in her rear

Good, bottle pop-ey.

Find a glove, keep on watchin

Ride clean, oh yeah I'm on it

High 16's for whomever want it

That real I bling

Oh yeah I do my thing

Ain't [? ] will be here

But still I make it rain

Snatchin

Yeah she love how mean I be

Don't xxxx around, she know what it is

Ain't trickin if u got it and that my bitch

Oh hot dam (Dam! )

This is my jam (Jam! )

Keep me partyin till the AM

Y'all don't understand

Make me throw my hands in the ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer

Throw my hands in the ayer, a-yer, ayer, a-ayer

Ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer

Ayer, a-ayer, ayer, a-ayer

Ayer,

Aight now stop!

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