Traduction: M-Flo. Pouvez-vous me faire savoir.
Traduction: M-Flo. Laissez-passer.
Traduction: Dard. Perfect Love ... Gone Wrong [Lisa M-flo Mix].
the soothing Future music easin' your plight So unite and celebrate No reason to fight All living creatures hear the future EXPO M-flo We globally achievin
'm trippin' (yeah I'm tripin') From the ceiling to the floor Feeling different Cause I'm trippin' to the floor Trippin' to the floor Trippin' to the flo
All the town folk call her the cheap one And the gamblers call her Flo Come on set 'em up again I got me a friend And I think I'm gettin' out of control
C'etait si fort, c'etait si beau La philosophie de ton souffle entre mes mots Les plumes volent encerclees par tes ondes Mes habits collent, faut qu'j'm
you go They recognize yo' jeans, they recognize a Queen (why) Everybody runnin but they don't know where to go There's such a commotion right there on the flo
(feat. Flo Rida) [Intro] Speakers beating Girls screaming And dancing dancing [T-Pain - Chorus] Do you wanna party? Do you wanna go home? Let's get
T-Pain] I'm in love with a stripper She really think I'm playing, I'm playing She take me for a joke when I say it I'm in love with a stripper Gotta get
care Chests' flyin' everywhere Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh I'm drinkin', help can't you tell Booze help me hit them 15 steps ? I'm fuckin', well I'm
but these cool Js And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew
[Verse 1] I fucked my money up, damn Now I can't re-up Ran off in his spot just to get my stacks up Now I'm back on deck, so shawty what the fuck you
waka flocka flame waka flocka flame I fucked my money up, damn Now i can't re-up Ran off in his spot just to get stacks up Now i'm back on deck, So
Waka Flocka Flame Waka Flocka Flame I fucked my money up, damn Now I can't re-up Ran off in his spot just to get stacks up Now I'm back on deck, So
Pimp C] [Verse 3:] Sunday morning I'm pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good Nothing but diamonds around my neck and around my wrist I'm looking good
But I'm a murderer, murderer I'm a murderer, murderer [Spice 1:] It's Mr. Bossilinie, rolling up busting with real riders Drop them b-b-bombs, like I'm
won't run up no more Cause we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo [Z-Ro:] I know y'all rappers can't stand The fact that I'm back fresh
