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Flo rida - ack like you know
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Flo Rida
Flo Rida
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Deputy
Deputy
Songwriter:in
Tramar Dillard
Tramar Dillard
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Deputy
Deputy
Produzent:in
Malik Albert
Malik Albert
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Victor Flores
Victor Flores
Mischtechniker:in
Big Chuck
Big Chuck
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
Let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
[Verse 2]
Hey, my whole squad iced out
My **** so trill, my **** so trill
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Hey
[Verse 3]
Why ask a question that already got an answer?
End of discussion, meet the polar bears you pandas
Rubberband bonanza when I'm in the land of
Twenty grand to stand up
Make you understand us
[Verse 4]
I'm sorry if you ain't got your stacks up
Tell your clique to patch up
That envy to get you patched up
Dawg, y'all ain't ready for this
But she ain't think ready to spit
I ain't just tellin' you shit
Peat game look at my wrist
[Verse 5]
Flo Rida franchise, I'm like the pizza man
All about cheese, full of dough
Let me grease your hands
Mobile, I ain't local
Ghetto ****, done with postal
Stuntin' hard, that's my focal
Now my cash goin' coastal
[Verse 6]
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
[Verse 7]
Hey, my whole squad iced out
My **** so trill, my **** so trill
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Hey
[Verse 8]
The world don't revolve around me
That's what the haters say
Till they revolve around me
Fort Knock, I'm in the spot
Big knocks, right off the block
Closed shop, come in that drop
Hoes flock, givin' me props
[Verse 9]
I used to be gross till that income grossed
Me enough to toast like I'm on the sitcoms
Champagne overdose
East coast, west coast
Came in the game, with a remote
Turn on my fame, I got the glow
[Verse 10]
A project dude, the new dollar signs
All this from on the grind
All this from writing rhymes
Silver shoes boxes, big faces on my watches
Seven figures that's the object
No more canned Vienna sausage
[Verse 11]
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
[Verse 12]
Hey, my whole squad iced out
My **** so trill, my **** so trill
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Hey
[Verse 13]
Flo Rida so abusive to them Ben Franks
Rubber bands flyin' like the pilot had too many dranks
Turbulence, she makin' it bounce
I got the best seat in the house
Twerkin' it, I'm losing count
She workin' for that dollar mount
[Verse 14]
A privilege just to be a prospector, ballin'
Mo' issues a pistol fallin'
Official, the shot callin'
Holdin' it down, settin' it off
Money to floss, bitch, I'm a boss
Takin' a loss, no matter the cost
Women to toss, I live in a loft
[Verse 15]
Carol city, doing big things, baby
Them Dade County streets raised me
Ever since the early 80s
APT's live in the hood
Triple beams, slangin' that good
Krispy Kreme, where I stood
Livin' the dream just like I should
[Verse 16]
Ain't no need to ask why
I let them rubber bands fly
I let them rubber bands fly
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
[Verse 17]
Hey, my whole squad iced out
My **** so trill, my **** so trill
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Ack like you know, ack-ack like you know
Hey
Written by: Deputy, Flo Rida
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