Flo-rida – Run Lyrics (feat. Redfoo)

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 spike, all your good nights
Holla back, if you need a sponsor
Yeah I, ain’t that Mr. Alright
Come around, with a few more commas
Come here girl, do what I gotta talk rose petals
See me with lil’ mama, kinda make you jealous
Yeah be a honor, gotta say you special
Beat it like a drummer girl, you better be careful
Comprende, what’s a bit late
Like Fredrick 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 put 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 in, no night like tempo

There’s another bad chick make light most simple
Mr 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

[RedFoo:]
Yo, we in the spot, the club is hot
And if you wanna party rock, say hell yeah (hell yeah!)
Non stop, the bottles popped,
And if you want another shot, say hell yeah (hell yeah!)
Yo, 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 acting like you don’t know
I’m running through these hoes like Drano
But I keep it low pro, cause she’s my main hoe
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
[x2]

Barenaked Ladies – Be My Yoko Ono Lyrics

And if there’s someone you can live without
Then do so
And if there’s someone you can just shove out
Well, do so

[Chorus]
You can be my Yoko Ono
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my, be my, be my
Be my Yoko Ono, whoa-oh

Isn’t it beautiful to see two people
So much in love?
Barenaked as two virgins hand in hand
And hand and hand in glove
Now that I’m far away it doesn’t seem
To me to be such a pain
To have you hanging off my ankle
Like some kind of ball and chain

(If you like)

[Chorus]
You can be my Yoko Ono
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my, be my, be my
Be my Yoko Ono, whoa-oh

Be my Yoko–
Oh no, here we go
Our life is one big pun
Oh no, here we go
As Yoko sings [?]

I know that when I say this
I may be stepping on pins and needles
But I don’t like all these people
Slagging her for breaking up The Beatles
Don’t blame it on Yokey!

I mean, if I was John and you were Yoko
I would gladly give up music genius
Just to have you as my very own personal Venus

(Hit it!)

[Chorus]
You can be my Yoko Ono
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my, be my, be my
Be my Yoko Ono, whoa-oh

Be my, be my, be my, be my
Be my Yoko Ono, oh
Be my, be my, be my, be my
Be my Yoko Ono, oh
Be my, be my, be my, be my
Be my Yoko Ono, whoa-oh

RiFF RaFF – Steph Curry Mcflurry

I send my condolences
I’m sipping codeine cream soda
In the second floor of my raspberry Range Rover
Rain dancing outside of Chick-Fil-A
I’m at the Thanksgiving Day Parade
With an eight of turtle dove spray in my marmalade
Top down for like twenty minutes
Check the reflection off the window at Chase Bank
Make sure the rims still spinning
It wasn’t in jail but I released my roof
Took a bite out of crime damn near chipped my tooth
Macaroon moon diamonds got me feeling bi polar
Two sided reminder man them ain’t diamonds
You rocking rhinstones cuz
Oops my bad I three wheeled past your dad
While he was picking up his ex wife
Three wheeled through Beyonce video
Spilled the syrup out of Jay Z’s Sprite
I might ball like Wesley Person
Shake your ass in a hurry
I’m in McDonalds selling Steph Curry McFlurry’s
I give the cold shoulder to my annoying opponents
I’m in the parking lot with Jeff Gordon
Doing donuts for Yoko Ono
If you see me on the beach then don’t walk up
And start speaking
Twenty five K for a feature
Riff