Flo-RidaWho Dat Girl

Hey, Ms. Red Carpet She can autograph my pockets, Anytime, anyplace, anyway, I'll be looking at everybody else watchin' I don't wanna be obnoxious, But this girl 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 Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one On and poppin' she mad marketing Attitude like we arguing With her by my side bring glitter to my life I should twitter this girl is sparkling [Chorus] She ain't no rock star But she 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 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, I wanna know her mamma's name, 'Cause that where she get it 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 would'a 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 sort'a like and oldie jam, Record some ssh, On a playboy cam, She ain't no actress The movie from my mattress Rock star, none of that practice But still she got fanatics [Chorus] Ooh oh oh, look at her goo ooh ooh, I wanna know ooh ooh Who dat girl who dat girl, who dat girl Ooh oh oh, look at her goo ooh ooh, I wanna know ooh ooh Who dat girl who dat girl, who dat girl [Chorus]
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