Categoria: Remix

Run To You Lyrics

Flo Rida
1: Flo Rida
You might not wanna jog on this one
Get head away for the summer
You already hot, I’m already hot
No sweat, no Underarmor
Louboutin Spikes or your big Nikes
Holla back if you need a sponsor
Yeah, aight, the Mr. Alright
Come around with a few more commas
Come here, girl, do what I gotta talk rospetta
See me with lil’ mama, kinda make you jealous
Yeah, be an honor, gotta say you special
Beat her like a drummer, girl, you better be careful
Comprende, what’s a bit late
Like Fred Rick, I’ll be jet lagged
Calling on you this momеnt, this instant
What I do is just basic instincts

Flo Rida
You see me all over her, you want mе all over you
Soon as I get rid of her, tell me what you wanna do

T-Pain
Somebody gon’ get it, oh oh oh
Somebody gon’ get it in the morning
Somebody gon’ get it, oh oh oh
Somebody gon’ get it in the morning
Somebody gon’ get it

2: Flo Rida

Head start, you got that, shorty

On your marks ‘til the shots get started

Can you love it on the rocks Bacardi?

Relay ‘cause the after party

Pass the bottles like batons, get naughty

Full speed, hurry up, put your body

Track me thick cause Ferrari

Meet a freak, of course I’m sorry

You ain’t get the memo, been made ‘em get low

See the finish line, lookin’ like, like limbo

Yeah, we goin’ in all night like tempo

There’s another bad chick make like most simple

Miss Brenda, no beginner

First place, tryna make you winner

Yeah, baby, my Brenda

I’ll be waitin’ in the spot descender

Flo Rida
You see me all over her, you want me all over you
Soon as I get rid of her, tell me what you wanna do

T-Pain
Somebody gon’ get it, oh oh oh
Somebody gon’ get it in the morning
Somebody gon’ get it, oh oh oh
Somebody gon’ get it in the morning
Somebody gon’ get it

3: Redfoo

Yo

We in the spot, the club is hot

And if you wanna party rock

Say, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Nonstop, the bottle’s popped

And if you want another shot

Say, hell yeah (Hell yeah)

Yeah, I’m gonna run to you

So you can have a little bit of fun with Foo

I know what you wanna do

When I wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in my Underoos

Got you wet, dripping like SoCo

Never should’ve let you bounce on my pogo

Now you wanna be my Yoko Ono

Slow your roll, stop actin’ like you don’t know

I’m runnin’ through these hoes like Drano

But I keep it low pro ‘cause she’s my Maino (Ooh)

I got your tickets, they’re on Fandango

Back row, no ‘fro, I’ll be eating a mango

T-Pain
Somebody gon’ get it, oh oh oh
Somebody gon’ get it in the morning
Somebody gon’ get it, oh oh oh
Somebody gon’ get it in the morning
Somebody gon’ get it