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Kesha - Tik Tok (22 x uitgekomen)

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, I’m out the door - I’m gonna hit this city (Let’s go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain’t coming back
I’m talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-toping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

[CHORUS]

Don’t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I’mma fight
‘Til we see the sunlight
Tik tok, on the clock
But the party don’t stop ,no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

[Chorus]

Ain’t got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Ain’t got no money in my pocket, but I’m already here
Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick ‘em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I’m talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we goin’ til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us -[Chorus] x 2

DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You gotta that sound
Yea, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Get your hands up
Put your hands up
No, the party don’t start until I walk in

[Chorus] x 2

Flo Rida Ft Tpain (8 x uitgekomen)

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

[Chorus (T-Pain):]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

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

[Flo-Rida]
Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing
Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on), two stacks (come on), three stacks (come on)
Now that's three grand
What you think I'm playing baby girl I'm the man
I'm dealing rubberbands
That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That heny and Cola got me like a soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky on me I was just like clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
[Chorus (T-Pain)]

[Flo-Rida]
Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money
Little mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
Two in the morning I'm zoned in
Them rosee bottles foaming
She wouldn't stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal fire just like my glock
[Chorus (T-Pain)]

Flo-rida - Sugar (7 x uitgekomen)

Da, double dee, double di
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di

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)
Da, double dee, double di
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
(I'm sweet like)
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
(I'm sweet like)
Da, double dee, double 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, cause 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.


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)
Da, double dee, double di
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
(I'm sweet like)
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
(I'm sweet like)
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
Sugar

(Flo-rida)
Hey, Shawty would you mind, 'cause 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’.

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

Da, double dee, double di
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
Sugar

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.


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)
Da, double dee, double di
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
(I'm sweet like)
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
(I'm sweet like)
Da, double dee, double da, double dee, double di
Sugar