| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down
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| (Kesha)
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| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down
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| (Flo Rida)
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| Hey
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| Hopped out of that house with my swagger
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| Hop in that with girl, I got places to go!
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| People to see, time is precious
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| I look at my crowd and they out of control
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| Just like my mind where I’m going
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| No women, no shorties, no nothin but clothes
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| No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role
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| I like my jewelry, that’s always on gold
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| I know the storm is comin
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| my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower
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| Call up my homies that’s home
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| Then pop in the night cuz it’s meant to be ours
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| We keep a fade away shot cuz we ballin
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| it’s platinum patron that be ours
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| Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers
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| Girl you to drink with all that and power clubs
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| (Flo Rida)
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| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down
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| (Kesha)
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| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down
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| (Flo Rida)
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| From the top of the pole I watch her go down
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| She got me throwin my money around
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| Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found
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| It’s goin down down.
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| From the top of the pole I watch her go down
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| She got me throwin my money around
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| Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found
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| It’s goin down down
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| (Flo Rida)
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| Hey
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| Shawty must know I’m not playin
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| My money love her like a numba one fan
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| Don’t look at my mouth, let her talk to my fans
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| My Benjamin Franklin
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| A couple of grands, I got rubber bands
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| My paper planes makin a dance
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| Get dirty all night, that’s part of my thing
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| Keep building castles that’s made out of sand
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| She’s amazing, the fire blazing
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| Hotter than Cajun
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| Girl won’t you move a lil closer?
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| Time to get paid, it’s maximum wage
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| That body belong on a poster
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| I’m in a daze, that bottom is wavin' at me Like damn it I know you
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| You wanna show like a gun out of holster
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| Tell me whatever and I’ll be your roper.
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| (Flo Rida)
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| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down
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| (Kesha)
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| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down
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| (Flo Rida)
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| From the top of the pole I watch her go down
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| She got me throwin my money around
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| Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found
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| It’s goin down down
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| From the top of the pole I watch her go down
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| She got me throwin my money around
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| Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found
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| It’s goin down down
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| (Flo Rida)
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| I’m spendin my money
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| I’m out of control
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| Somebody help me She’s takin my bank roll.
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| But I’m king of the club
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| And I’m wearin the crown
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| Poppin these bottles
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| Touchin these models
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| Watchin they asses go down down
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| down down, down down
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| (Flo Rida)
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| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down
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| (Kesha)
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| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down
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| (Flo Rida)
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| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down
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| (Kesha)
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| You spin my head right round, right round
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| When you go down, when you go down down |