Roll (feat. Sean Kingston)

歌詞

Gon' gamble with it, show me I'm da man (man) Shake it on da flo', like dice pon' ya hand Lemme see dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll They go! It's Kingston and Flo Rida (Flo Rida) Kingston and Flo Rida (Sean Kingston) Kingston and Flo Rida (J.R. on the track, Poe Boy) Kingston and Flo Rida (let's get it!) [Chorus: x2] Gon' gamble with it, show me I'm da man (man) Shake it on da flo', like dice pon' ya hon Lemme see dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll They go! Hey I could tha' man, that's if shawty understand it Roll the police, when the fed a jock panic Pull ova, Flo Rida can handle it Gon' place ya bets, or we better yet a lan it City to Vegas, God's to bust it babies I stay on da tragic, your pretty pussy from Haden Rappas tables invaded, great, watch it belated Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin' lately Yeah, we could play Casino You can be my Ginger Sam Rothstene, shawty, I supply the dealers I gotta thank my no-go Bumpin' of da game pit Boss, ghetto boss, gon' show me I'm da man [Chorus: x2] Got money on the shoota am I talkin' 'bout the Ruger The man that roulette click click I'm no loser Gal you the shit, southern slang from manure The bootsy connoisseur when I'm drankin' on Kalhua Oh see this rose girl I won't try you with tulips I'm pumpin' rose' are my chickens hot as hooters I'm Mandalay Bay, the Bellagio abuser My paper don't amuse ya then you haven't seen my muler Hard rock hotel I need the pink flamingo Gamble it female like ya hips is playin' Seelo, Check out ya Chanel see, I stroke ya ego Enough with the gazebo, pure cut yer use a kilo, blow [Chorus: x2] Seven eleven, then it go, call it no guessin' Ain't naked but all these shawty's they lookin' at you dey treading I reckon it' 'cause you high rollin' they beggin' you beggin' Snake eyes while you collecting, then smiles while you investing Thousand dollar chips for ya thousand dollar hips Got these thousand dollar gifts need more thousand dollar tips I'll be your supplier, spin it like a dryer Roll for me baby be my Nascar tire I know the odds of winnin' Like I do off them linen They gangsters proud of woman I call it Robbin Gibbons Flo rida extortion Taking pictures of the Porsche's Say look what you bottom bought ya Now do what your mama taught ya [Chorus: x2]