Mail on Sunday

[Chorus:] She had Hennessey hips, and Belve' eyes Grey Goose on her lips, and cognac thighs I'm hungover (hungover) from Ms. Hangover (Hangover) She had a bubble like Cris', Patron all night Had one mo' sip, too drunk to drive I'm hungover (hungover)

[Intro: Yung Joc] Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Chorus 1: Yung Joc] 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 furn

[Lil Wayne:] Look At Me Bitch Look At Me Bitch Look At Me Bitch I'm An American Superstar [CHORUS: x2] [Flo-Rida:] I Got Guns For The Snitches Roses For The Bitches Hop Up Off The Whip Paparazzi Taking Pictures [Lil Wayne:] I Got Guns For The Snitche

You and me (just you and me) Just me and you You and me (just you and me) Emotions Emotions i feel (these are the emotions i feel) Emotions are real (i know that emotions are real) Cause you are my love (you are my love, you are my love baby, you are

I pulled up to the club on dubs They say look at them go Look at them go And raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in the room Times in a room Cause I spent 20 on my tires 30 to be icy But me bein fly dats priceless And I gave 40 to my side

Elevator Flo-Rida (ft. Timbaland) lyrics By Larry Cheng Hey Girl you're comin' with me your comin' with me Hey Girl you're comin' with me your comin' with me Hey Girl you're comin' with me your comin' with me Hey Girl you're comin,' come on- Talk to

Flo Rida ft T-Pain (Um~~~~~~~~) Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans) Boots with the fur (With the fur) The whole club was lookin at her She hit the fol (She hit the flo) Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy

Oh hot damn , this is my jam Keep me partyin to the A.M Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands In the ayer , ay , ayer , ayer , ay , ayer Oh hot damn , this is my jam Keep me partyin to the A.M Yall don't understand , make me throw my hands I