Run To You Lyrics
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Flo Rida
- 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
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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
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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
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
