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Alexandra Burke - Bad Boys (feat. Flo Rida) Lyrics

[Flo Rida]
(Bad Boys, Bad Boys)
Alexandra Girl I know what you like
(Bad Boys, Bad Boys)
Oh, oh (Bad Boys, Bad Boys)
Hey, yeah (Bad Boys, Bad Boys)

[Alexandra]
Some people call them players
But I’m far from terrified
Cos somehow I’m drawn to danger
And have been all of my life
It feels my heart’s divided
Half way ‘tween wrong and right
I know I’m playing with fire
But I don’t know why

Yeah the bad boys are always catching my eye
(Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
I said the bad boys are always spinning my mind
(Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
Even though I know they’re no good for me
It’s the risk I take for the chemistry
With the bad boys always catching my eye
(Ooh Way, Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
Oooooh, bad boys

Some think it’s complicated
But they’re straight up fun for me
I don’t need no explanation
It’s nothing more than what you see here
My heart still feels divided
Halfway ‘tween wrong and right
I know I’m playing with fire
But I don’t know why

Yeah the Bad Boys are always catching my eye
(Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
I said the bad boys are always spinning my mind
(Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
Even though I know they’re no good for me
It’s the risk I take for the chemistry
With the bad boys always catching my eye
(Ooh Way, Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)

[Flo Rida]
I know you want me shawty cos I’m a (bad boy)
Hey s-shawty can’t help it she so so addicted to them rougher fellas
With even the alphabet she only sings the crooked letters
Let mamma take all the risks
For that chemistry she like them tougher than leather
By any means necessary, girl
She likes them ruthless, that’s my world
It’s not the news it’s what I heard
To get them more the merrier
It’s not a big surprise
I know them bad boys catch your eyes
Look at her walk when I go in disguise
You’ll have them shawty don’t worry you fly

[Alexandra]
Yeah the Bad Boys are always catching my eye
(Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
I said the bad boys are always spinning my mind
(Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
Even though I know they’re no good for me
It’s the risk I take for the chemistry
With the bad boys always catching my eye
(Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
Yeah the Bad Boys are always spinning my mind
(Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
I said the Bad Boys are always catching my eye
(Ooh Way, Ooh Way, Ooh Wah)
Bad boys, bad boys

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Flo Rida - Sugar MP3 Video Lyrics

(Wynter)
Da double dee double di (x7)
My lips like sugar (x2)
This candy got you sprung (x2)
So call me your sugar (x2)
You love you some (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x3)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di
Sugar

(Flo Rida)
Hey, I’ve got a mouth full of cavities
Sweet tooth, full of mama, like sugar to me
So my love with the lips, put a bug in the ear tone
Shawty gotta kiss, it’s an emergency
Spit sprung for the taste, addicted to her gloss
Won’t smile this way, baby I rub it off
Put my tongue in your face
A little mistletoe, sippin’ Gram I A
I’m a fan all day
Do me that favor, cuz I like your flavor
My manage behavior; I’m into your major
Sweeter so flavor, that’s good for this player
My hood, now and later, throw back like a pager
Pretty much, you’re givin’ me a sugar rush
Lil mama, give me high blood pressure when you blush
Lips feel soft as a feather when we touch, Shawty that’s what’s up

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar (x2)
This candy got you sprung (x2)
So call me your sugar (x2)
You love you some (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x3)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di
Sugar

(Flo Rida)
Hey, Sh Shawty would you mind, cuz I want me some
Now and later, I don’t wanna have to wait, you the one
Yep! Yep! Your vision So, so delicious
Can’t help my interest, candy addiction
Wanna peace, to a piece gotta get a piece
I don’t know a piece, Give me all your sweets
Bottom and top lip, bout to have a sugar feast
Level with our trip, I’m a lip bitin’ beast
Man for them things, all 42 teeth
Squeeze the sugar cane on your mouth, must beat
Ain’t your mama slirp, stickin’, usin’ my tree
Like taffy but classy, get at me
I’m flyly Let you know I wanna kiss
But your lips, they’ll do me fine
Now baby don’t trip with the juicy kind
Get, get on the grip, Girl you ain’t lyin’

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar (x2)
This candy got you sprung (x2)
So call me your sugar (x2)
You love you some (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x7)
Sugar

(Flo Rida)
You like my sugar, my sugar
You so sweet, so sweet
Like my candy, my candy
You so sweet, so sweet
I got a good appetite with you on me, on me
I’ll wrap you out of them clothes
You my treat, my treat
Girl you my sugar, I call you Candy
And tonight I’m gonna get me some, get me some
Girl you my sugar, I call you Candy
And tonight I’m gonna get me some, get me some sugar

(Wynter)
My lips like sugar (x2)
This candy got you sprung (x2)
So call me your sugar (x2)
You love you some (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x3)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di (x2)
I’m sweet like
Da double dee double di
Sugar

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Flo Rida - Be On You Lyrics

Ne Yo
Oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah

Chorus
I said excuse me little mama if I may,
Take this thought and send it your way,
And if you don’t like that, then 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, then send it right back
But I just gotta say, I just gotta say

Flo Rida (verse 1)
Hey, sh sh shawty with no limits, that’s what I need all the time,
I’m wit with with it, she with it, she not sure she put it down
Come get get get it, the business, I hi hit it, whose is it
The Benz with the windows tinted, oh I get dirty south
Showning, like them grown men, goose patongen
Let let me go in, sexy moanin, ca catch me jonesin
Let no not ever with this little mama off schedule
Got me achy, call me papi, hottest I be fly as feathers
But but bout that, sh shawty housed that, you you got that prowl cat
I wanna pop it like ecstasy, pretty face and all that
But what I look for, this gal is hood core, but that is outdoors
Deserve an encore, the definition of a shone

Chorus

Flo Rida (verse 2)
Hey, I’m feeling you girl, wanna get close to you, no doubt
My sister swagger should tell it more than anything can vouch
Little mama you are what’s inside ghetto, fine I’ll make you proud
So stuntalicious, 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 could make it better, matter of fact
I make it weather, stormy weather with this cheddar
All because you hot as ever, if you may lady,
Let me play baby, make my way baby,
You won’t like it, send it back and its okay baby
You’s a keeper, touch of diva, give me a fever
If I could freak ya, give me the word and I’ll be along

Chorus

Bridge – Ne Yo
Girl let me touch you like nobody can (yeah girl)
Girl let me show you I’m a gentleman (uh huh)
I wanna be the one to hold your hand (oh yeah)
I just wanna be, I just wanna be

Girl let me touch you like nobody can (yeah girl)
I wanna show you I’m a gentleman (uh huh)
Girl let me be the one to hold your hand (oh yeah) (whoa)
I just wanna be, I just wanna be

Chorus
Repeat 2x

I just gotta say, I just gotta say..
Be on you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Flo Rida - Right Round Lyrics

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

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

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

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

Flo Rida
Hey
Shawty must know I’m not playin
My money love her like a numba one fan
Don’t look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans
My Benjamin Franklins
A couple of grands, I got rubber bands
My paper planes makin a dance
Get dirty all night, that’s part of my thing
Keep building castles that’s made out of sand
She’s amazing, the fire blazing
Hotter than ….
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 wavin’ at me
Like damn it I know you
You wanna show like a gun out of holster
Tell me whatever and I’ll be your roper ..

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

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

Flo Rida
I’m spendin my money
I’m out of control
Somebody help me
She’s takin my bank roll.
But I’m king of the club
And I’m wearin the crown
Poppin these bottles
Touchin these models
Watchin they asses go down down

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

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Flo Rida - In The Ayer Lyrics

[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 bones
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/Fergie ][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/Fergie ][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 baby
Throw my hands in the
Put your hands up (Throw my hands in the)
Put your hands up
Put your, put your hands (Throw my hands in the)
Put your hands up to the sky (to the sky)
Wave em, wave em round and round, side to side (side to side)
It’s the party Shawty going just to roof (just to roof)
And we got em ballers poppin at my proof
So throw your hands in the ayer (ayer)
Just to ceilin baby
Fill it, fill it baby
Throw your hands up

[chorus: Fergie ][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
(Throw your hands up)

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Flo Rida - Elevator Lyrics

Hey Girl you’re comin’ with me your comin’ with me
Hey Girl you’re comin’ with me your comin’ with me
Hey Girl you’re comin’ with me your comin’ with me
Hey Girl you’re comin, ‘ come on…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Flo-Rida Ft. T-Pain - Get Low Lyrics

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 3:]
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 of above ‘er 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

[Chorus:]
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

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