You might not wanna jog on this one
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Get head away for the summer
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You already hot, I’m already hot
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No sweat, no under armor
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Louis this fight, or the big night
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Holla back, if you need a spazer
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Yeah, aight, the mr all right
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Come around, with a few more karmas
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Come here girl, do what I gotta talk rospetta
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See me with lil’ mama, kinda make you jealous
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Yeah be a honor, gotta say you special
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Beat her like a drama girl, you better be careful
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Comprende, what’s a bit late
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Like Fred Rick I’ll be jet lagged
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Calling on you this moment, this instant
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What I do is just basic instinct
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You see me all over her, you want me all over you
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Soon as I get rid of her, tell me what you wanna do
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
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I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna
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Head start, you got that shorty
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On your marks, til the show get started
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Can you level on the rocks Bacardi
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Relay cause they’re at the party
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Pass the bottles, level up get naughty
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Full speed, hurry up put your body
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Track me thick cause ferrari
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Meet a freak, build cause I’m sorry
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You ain’t get the memo, BMA get low
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See the finish the line, looking like like a limbo
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Yeah we going we in, no night like tempo
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There’s another bad chick make light most simple
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Mr Vrenda, no beginner, first place, tryna make you winner
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Yeah baby, my Brenda, I’ll be waiting in the spot descender
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You see me all over her, you want me all over you
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Soon as I get rid of her, tell me what you wanna do
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
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I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna
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Y’all
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We in the spot, the club is hot
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And if you wanna party rock, say hell yeah
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Nonstop, the bottle’s popped
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And if you want another short, say hell yeah
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I’m gonna run to you so you can have a little bit of fun with Foo
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I know what you wanna do when I wiggle wiggle wiggle in my Underoos
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Got you wet, dripping like SoCo
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Never should’ve let you bounce on my pogo
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Now you wanna be my Yoko Ono
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So you roll stop actin like you don’t know
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Foo!
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I’m running through these hoes like Drano
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But I keep it low pro, cause she’s my Maino
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I got your tickets, they’re on Fandango
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Back room, no fro, I’ll be eating a mango
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
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I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I
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I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong
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I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna.
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Run
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| Flo Rida |
