歌曲 | Who Dat Girl |
歌手 | Flo Rida |
专辑 | Absolute Dance Summer 2011 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Hey, Ms. Red Carpet | |
She can autograph my pockets | |
Anytime, anyplace, anyway | |
I'll be looking at everybody else watch it | |
I don't wanna be obnoxious | |
But this girl's worth the gossip | |
Take away the smile | |
The tattoos now, forever she very guard less | |
I imagine her topless | |
She might set off my rocket | |
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 | |
On and poppin' | |
She met Mark and then | |
Attitude like we arguing | |
With her by my side I point glitter to my life | |
I should twitter this girl, she's sparkling | |
She ain't no rock star | |
But she's got groupies | |
She ain't no actress | |
But she makes movies | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain't got riches | |
But she's got fashion | |
She ain't a model | |
But camera's flashing | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
Hey, they wanna know my mama's name | |
'Cause that where she get from | |
They ain't never shot her with silicon | |
Shawty is her and her she¡¦s the real one | |
Touch one, grab one, feel one | |
I wish she woulda told me that | |
Ain't nothing wrong bringing the old me back | |
Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass | |
She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags | |
Like damn, can I be yo police badge? | |
Pull it up, get a little cozy and | |
Woman is sorta like and oldie jam | |
Record some on a playboy cam | |
She ain't no actress | |
The movie found my mattress | |
Rock star, none of that practice | |
But she's got fanatics | |
She ain't no rock star | |
But she's got groupies | |
She ain't no actress | |
But she makes movies | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain't got riches | |
But she's got fashion | |
She ain't a model | |
But camera's flashing | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
Ooh, ohh, ohh | |
Look at her, go, I wanna know | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
Ooh, ohh, ohh | |
Look at her, go, I wanna know ooh ooh | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain't no rock star | |
But she's got groupies | |
She ain't no actress | |
But she makes movies | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain't got riches | |
But she's got fashion | |
She ain't a model | |
But camera's flashing | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? |
Hey, Ms. Red Carpet | |
She can autograph my pockets | |
Anytime, anyplace, anyway | |
I' ll be looking at everybody else watch it | |
I don' t wanna be obnoxious | |
But this girl' s worth the gossip | |
Take away the smile | |
The tattoos now, forever she very guard less | |
I imagine her topless | |
She might set off my rocket | |
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 | |
On and poppin' | |
She met Mark and then | |
Attitude like we arguing | |
With her by my side I point glitter to my life | |
I should twitter this girl, she' s sparkling | |
She ain' t no rock star | |
But she' s got groupies | |
She ain' t no actress | |
But she makes movies | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain' t got riches | |
But she' s got fashion | |
She ain' t a model | |
But camera' s flashing | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
Hey, they wanna know my mama' s name | |
' Cause that where she get from | |
They ain' t never shot her with silicon | |
Shawty is her and her she s the real one | |
Touch one, grab one, feel one | |
I wish she woulda told me that | |
Ain' t nothing wrong bringing the old me back | |
Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass | |
She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags | |
Like damn, can I be yo police badge? | |
Pull it up, get a little cozy and | |
Woman is sorta like and oldie jam | |
Record some on a playboy cam | |
She ain' t no actress | |
The movie found my mattress | |
Rock star, none of that practice | |
But she' s got fanatics | |
She ain' t no rock star | |
But she' s got groupies | |
She ain' t no actress | |
But she makes movies | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain' t got riches | |
But she' s got fashion | |
She ain' t a model | |
But camera' s flashing | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
Ooh, ohh, ohh | |
Look at her, go, I wanna know | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
Ooh, ohh, ohh | |
Look at her, go, I wanna know ooh ooh | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain' t no rock star | |
But she' s got groupies | |
She ain' t no actress | |
But she makes movies | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain' t got riches | |
But she' s got fashion | |
She ain' t a model | |
But camera' s flashing | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? |
Hey, Ms. Red Carpet | |
She can autograph my pockets | |
Anytime, anyplace, anyway | |
I' ll be looking at everybody else watch it | |
I don' t wanna be obnoxious | |
But this girl' s worth the gossip | |
Take away the smile | |
The tattoos now, forever she very guard less | |
I imagine her topless | |
She might set off my rocket | |
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 | |
On and poppin' | |
She met Mark and then | |
Attitude like we arguing | |
With her by my side I point glitter to my life | |
I should twitter this girl, she' s sparkling | |
She ain' t no rock star | |
But she' s got groupies | |
She ain' t no actress | |
But she makes movies | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain' t got riches | |
But she' s got fashion | |
She ain' t a model | |
But camera' s flashing | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
Hey, they wanna know my mama' s name | |
' Cause that where she get from | |
They ain' t never shot her with silicon | |
Shawty is her and her she s the real one | |
Touch one, grab one, feel one | |
I wish she woulda told me that | |
Ain' t nothing wrong bringing the old me back | |
Little mamma knows my body so trophy glass | |
She worth it, bring me some Chloe bags | |
Like damn, can I be yo police badge? | |
Pull it up, get a little cozy and | |
Woman is sorta like and oldie jam | |
Record some on a playboy cam | |
She ain' t no actress | |
The movie found my mattress | |
Rock star, none of that practice | |
But she' s got fanatics | |
She ain' t no rock star | |
But she' s got groupies | |
She ain' t no actress | |
But she makes movies | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain' t got riches | |
But she' s got fashion | |
She ain' t a model | |
But camera' s flashing | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
Ooh, ohh, ohh | |
Look at her, go, I wanna know | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
Ooh, ohh, ohh | |
Look at her, go, I wanna know ooh ooh | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain' t no rock star | |
But she' s got groupies | |
She ain' t no actress | |
But she makes movies | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? | |
She ain' t got riches | |
But she' s got fashion | |
She ain' t a model | |
But camera' s flashing | |
And when she struts that thing around | |
Everybody be breaking their neck like | |
Who dat girl? Who dat girl? Who dat girl? |