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| Recording Artist: | Flo Rida | ||||||||||||
| Writers: | Jim Vallance, Bryan Adams, Jonita Daniels, Juletha Daniels, Tramar Dillard, Stephan Gordy, Ahmed Lewis, David Listenbee, (add your name here). |
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| Date Written: | 1984 and 2011-2012 | ||||||||||||
| Albums: | Wild Ones (July 2012, Atlantic Records) | ||||||||||||
| Charts: | The "Wild Ones" album performed quite well in a number of countries: Australia-#5, Austria-#6, Canada-#1, New Zealand-#6, UK R&B Chart-#2, US Billboard Dance Chart-#1, US Billboard Rap Chart-#2. |
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Recorded at Atlantic Records Studios (Los Angeles, California), Circle House Studios (Miami, Florida), Eightysevenfourteen Studios (Los Angeles, California), Glass Cuts Studio, MixStar Studios (Virginia Beach, Virginia), and Side 3 Studios (Denver, Colorado) |
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| Lyrics: | You might not wanna jog on this one You cannot wait for the summer You already hot, I'm already hot No sweat, no under armor Louboutin spice, all your good nights Holla back, if you need a sponsor Yeah I, ain't the Mr Alright Come around, with a few more commas Come here girl, do what I gotta talk rospetta See me wit lil' mama, kinda make you jealous Yeah be a honor, gotta say you special Beat it like a drum girl, you better be careful Comprende, what's a bit late Like Fred Rick I'll be jet lagged Calling on you this moment, this instant What I do is just basic instinct You see me all over her, you want me all over you (you, you, you, you) Soon as I get rid of her, tell me what you wanna do (do, do, do, do, do) I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna Head start, she got that shorty On your marks, til the shots get started Can you level on the rocks Bacardi Relay comes the after-party Pass the bottles, level up get naughty Full speed, hurry up wit cha' your body Trackmatic horse Ferrari Need a freak, of course I'm sorry You ain't get the memo, they made em get low See the finish the line, look a lot like limbo Yeah we going we in, all night like tempo Another bad chick make life more simple Miss Brenda, no beginner, first place, tryna make you winner Yeah baby, my Brenda, I'll be waiting in the spot descender You see me all over her, you want me all over you (you, you, you, you) Soon as I get rid of her, tell me what you wanna do (do, do, do, do, do) I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna Y'all We in the spot, the club is hot And if you wanna party rock, say hell yeah Nonstop, the bottle's popped And if you want another shot, say hell 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 So you roll stop actin like you don't know Foo! I'm running through these hoes like Drano But I keep it low pro, cause she's my Main Hoe (ooo) I got your tickets, they're on Fandango Back room, no fro, I'll be eating a mango I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna, I I wanna get you alone so we can do something wrong I wanna run to you, I wanna, I wanna |
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