Flo Rida

Flo Rida es un rapero, cantante y compositor estadounidense nacido en Florida en 1979. Algunos de sus éxitos más conocidos son “Low”, “Right Round” y “My House”. Comenzó su carrera musical en 2006 y ha colaborado con otros artistas como T-Pain, Sia y David Guetta. Ha vendido millones de copias de sus álbumes en todo el mundo y ha sido nominado a varios premios, incluyendo los Grammy.

Años en Activo: 2006 – presente
Género: Hip hop,
Miembros: Flo Rida
Ex miembros: No aplica
Origen: Carol City, Florida, Estados Unidos
Estado: Activo

2008: Mail on Sunday

Boots with the fur (With the fur) The whole club was looking’ 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). Low

Louis bag kit, Gucci, Fendi and Armani See them karats on her wrist, now she pimp Bugs Bunny Used to date Kanye, now she want me Flo Rida got the juice, wanna take my OJ. Elevator

Go on place your bets, are we there yet? Atlantic City to Vegas, Plies too bust it babies. Roll

Heeeeeeey! I just might start the wave Like I’m at the ball game, do my thang Hands up, I got, money in the bank I’m so fly, 747 plane. In the Ayer

Hey, wipin’ my pumps, poppin’ that Dom, pardon melange Show stoppin’, no flockin’, I’m about to perform Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm. Don’t Know How to Act

Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home? My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones. Low

She got her nails did, she got her hair did She got a Gucci bag, her brand new outfit. Elevator

Heyyy, got money on the shooter am I talkin ’bout the Ruger The man at roulette, click click, I’m no loser. Roll

Hey, 20 bottles or better I’m comin’ in the club and I’m standin’ on ya on the tootise leather I gotta be fly like Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather. Don’t Know How to Act

Whoa, shawty Yeah she was worth the money Lil’ mama took my cash And I ain’t want it back The way she bent that back Got her them paper stacks. Low

Hey! My third flo’ stuck on the hoodrat shone Cut, take one, Hollyhood act on Short tennis skirt, now she got me in the zone Tattoo tight work, bought the “Low” ringtone. Elevator

The gangster proud of women, I call it Robin Givens Flo Rida extort ya, take you Pinto to Porsche Say look what your bottom bought ya, now do what your momma taught ya Go on~!. Roll

2009: R.O.O.T.S.

You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down. Right Round

I’m talking bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from ‘Cause where I’m from made me I came from the bottom of the slums. R.O.O.T.S.

Sh-sh-shawty with no limits, that’s what I need all the time I’m w-w-with it, she with it, she not sure she put it down. Be on You

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. Sugar

Hey, walk out of the house with my swagger Hop in, there we go, I got places to go People to see, time is precious I look at my Cartier, outta control. Right Round

Hey I can’t be mad at what got me ahead I don’t regret my ghetto struggle due to my success It ain’t that beautiful to write on overcoming stress. R.O.O.T.S.

Hey, I’m feeling you girl, wanna get close to you, no doubt My s-s-swagger should tell it more than anything can vouch. Be on You

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. Sugar

Don’t open my mouth, let her talk to my bands My Benjamin Frank-a-lins A couple of grands, I got rubberbands. Right Round

Hey I know the seeds been planted It’s damaging my soul but my dreams been granted. R.O.O.T.S.

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. Be on You

2010: Only One Flo (Part 1)

I said that c-c-can’t be her’s All that bottom b-b-bottom Then again, that might be hers U-up top and get my dollars fo’ sure. On and On

Mmm da da oh oh Shawty, got it jumpin’ around and I’m thrown And we gotta couple of rounds of Nuvo Everybody lookin’ around like, uh, oh. Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

She ain’t no Rockstar But she’s got Groupies She ain’t no Actress But she makes movies. Who Dat Girl

I met a lot of women on the road My pimping is world wide And everybody knows, uh. Come with Me

Hey I own the night and I don’t need no help Gotta be the feeling that Scarface felt Stuntin’ gone wild, can’t handle this playa Life of the club arrogant like, yeah. Club Can’t Handle Me

It’s your sexy that got me now Willin’ to bet they can’t shut you down I’m impressed the way you makin’ it bounce. Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

She wanna come with me Little mama wanna rock and see What do we have here now Now do you ride or die tonight? She wanna come with me. Come with Me

I-I can feel her love, she’s a model, super model, I know Look at that-that strut, that Coca bottle, b-b-ottle, hello. On and On

Gotta party like this yo’ world Make yo’ booty go stupid, girl So hot and I love them curves Off top, shawty, mark my words. Turn Around (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

Ain’t nothing wrong bringing the old me back Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags. Who Dat Girl

As long as you a rida, rida, I can lowa you down Or provida, vida, Baby are you down? So you should get to know me, Little mama So tell me whats it gonna be, Little Mama. Come with Me

You got me watchin’ now (yeah) Got my attention now (yeah) Got everybody in the club wantin’ to know now. Club Can’t Handle Me

2012: Wild Ones

Can you blow my whistle, baby, whistle, baby? Let me know Girl, I’m gonna show you how to do it and we start real slow. Whistle

I like crazy, foolish, stupid Party going wild, fist pumping music I might lose it Glass to the roof That’s how we does it I don’t care tonight. Wild Ones

Yes I can, doubt better leave, I’m runnin’ with this plan Pull me, grab me, crabs in the bucket can’t have me I’ll be the president one day. Good Feeling

I know Caught up in the middle I cry, just a little When I think of letting go Oh no Gave up on the riddle. I Cry

You just put your lips together and you come real close Can you blow my whistle, baby, whistle, baby? Here we go. Whistle

She don’t care we like Almost dared the right five Ready to get live Ain’t no surprise Take me so high. Wild Ones

Love is nice when it’s understood Even nicer when it makes you feel good You got me trippin’ why our love is old Come on baby, let the good times roll. Let It Roll, Pt. 2

I know you wanna get behind the wheel, but only one Rida Eyes shut still got me swimming like a diver. I Cry

Now who can say that? I wanna play back Mama knew I was a needle in a hay stack A Bugatti boy, plus Maybach I got a feeling it’s a rap, ASAP. Good Feeling

The world ain’t ready cause I rock the globe So act like you know, act like you know Act like you know, just what to do When the good times roll. Let It Roll, Pt. 2

It’s like everywhere I go, my whistle ready to blow Shawty don’t even know, she can get any for the low. Whistle

Show you another side of me A side you would never thought you would see Tear up that body Dominate you ’til you’ve had enough I can’t lie The wilds don’t lie. Wild Ones

See me running through the crowd full of melee No trick plays, I’m Bill Gates, take a genius to understand me. Good Feeling

Champagne buckets still got two tears in it And I put that on my tattoo of Jimi Hendrix Get the pressed leather outfit all in it. I Cry

2015: “My House”

I know what you came here to see If you’re a freak, then you comin’ home with me And I know what you came here to do Now bust it open, let me see you get loose. GDFR

Hear a knock on the door and the night begins ‘Cause we done this before, so you come on in. My House

All out, turn the beat up Hey now I’m glad to meet ya Turn up girl, blow the speaker Yeah up, think about it now, blow the speaker. I Don’t Like It, I Love It

It’s like my head’s back, been drinkin’ out the bottle, I swallow Some strong drank but really just my motto, she lotto. Wobble

Yeah, I’m back like Thriller, get up Ready for the build up, sinner, baby, I’m no saint I’m a stone cold winner, picture Money where your mouth is, they can never break my bank. Here It Is

Got the key to my city, it’s over It’s no thots, only Anna Kournikova’s I set records, ratchets hol’ up. GDFR

Make yourself at my home, tell me where you been Pour yourself something cold, baby, cheers to this. My House

I don’t like it, I love it I got another comma in my budget I got a anaconda in my Trukfit Don’t push it, don’t push it. I Don’t Like It, I Love It

Cause baby I’ll hit the throttle, make our way to the grotto Private dancin’ in there and some Playboy mansion tomorrow. Wobble

I love my beaches, south beaches, surfboard in high tide I could just roll up ’cause I’m swole up So that birthday cake get the cobra. GDFR

Welcome to my house Baby, take control now We can’t even slow down We don’t have to go out. My House

Hey, now I can tell You the one I wanted from a mile away Ain’t nobody lookin’ like you up in here Good times written all over your face. Here It Is

All night, let me groove ya Dance with me, turn down for who girl. I Don’t Like It, I Love It

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