Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Know How to Act, artist - Flo Rida. Date of issue: 16.03.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Know How to Act |
| I’m in the club |
| Kush got it burning up |
| I’m poppin' bottles and I’m fucking up their furniture |
| I’m in the club, DJ gon' turn it up |
| Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture |
| All my niggas gettin money |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Dirty goons and we stuntin |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Got a whole lotta O |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Yeah my pockets on swoll |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Hey, wipin' my pumps, poppin' that Dom, pardon melange |
| Show stoppin', no flockin', I’m about to perform |
| Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm |
| I’m project, I’m ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm |
| Cold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash |
| Blue with my swag, that’s that Gucci duffle bag |
| Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag |
| Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack |
| Well cause I’m young gettin' money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac’s |
| I’m in the club with my King Johnny’s them diamonds is black |
| Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back |
| Muggin' and thuggin' the trap crew we step like Da Brat |
| Married the rubberbands, hustlin', hustlin' |
| Got a squad gutter man, so we musclin', musclin' |
| Security guard, touch the clan, then we, tusslin', tusslin' |
| Tear apart, hit the fan, now they runnin' and duckin' |
| I’m in the club |
| Kush got it burning up |
| I’m poppin' bottles and I’m fucking up their furniture |
| I’m in the club, DJ gon' turn it up |
| Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture |
| All my niggas gettin money |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Dirty goons and we stuntin |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Got a whole lotta O |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Yeah my pockets on swoll |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Hey, 20 bottles or better |
| I’m comin' in the club and I’m standin' on ya on the tootise leather |
| I gotta be fly like Kid Rock-in that derby with the feather |
| That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather |
| So hood, so hot, so what? |
| Security wanna ban my record |
| Some fools on this sofa open up on the Oprah Winfrey show |
| It’s no pressure |
| My crew full of dubs and we stunt like dollaz come with propellars |
| Everybody gotta grub in my pockets, gettin' paper is pleasure |
| Homie don’t you f’n with heffers that square me up like checkers |
| And I might undress her all just because my diamonds caress her |
| Meet uncle fester, ballin', my shawties they hot as peppers |
| Don’t know how to act I got stack full of mice looking for cheddar |
| Down for whatever, hey! |
| I’m a donut nigga like glazed |
| On a couch like this my stage |
| Get money, don’t get a nigga paid in Dade… |
| They probably see minimum wage |
| My deal is Ace of Spades, but I still like grape Kool-aid |
| I ain’t really got minutes, I party just like a rave! |
| I’m in the club |
| Kush got it burning up |
| I’m poppin' bottles and I’m fucking up their furniture |
| I’m in the club, DJ gon' turn it up |
| Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture |
| All my niggas gettin money |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Dirty goons and we stuntin |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Got a whole lotta O |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Yeah my pockets on swoll |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| Don’t know how to act |
| I’m in the club |
| Kush got it burning up |
| I’m poppin' bottles and I’m fucking up their furniture |
| I’m in the club, DJ gon' turn it up |
| Got a flock of models and we fucking up their furniture |