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Roll (feat. Sean Kingston)

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[Intro: Sean Kingston (Flo Rida)]
Go gamble and show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da floor, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme see dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!
It's Kingston & Flo Rida (Flo Rida)
Kingston & Flo Rida (Sean Kingston)
Kingston & Flo Rida (J.R. on da track, Poe Boy)
Kingston & Flo Rida (let's get it!)

[Chorus x2: Sean Kingston]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!

[Verse: Flo Rida]
Hey...
I could beat a man, dat's a shawty undastand it
Roll da police, when da feda jock panic
Pull ova, Flo Rida can handle it
'Gon place ya bets, or we betta yet alan it
City to Vegas, God's 2 bust it babies
I stay on da tragic, your pretty p***y from Haden
Rappas' tables invaded, great, watch it belated
Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin' lately
Yeah, we could play seen-o
You can be my ginger
Sam rock steam, shawty, I supply the dealas
I gotta thank my no-go
Bumpin' of da game pit
Boss, ghetto boss, 'gon show me I'm da man

[Chorus x2: Sean Kingston]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!

Hey, got money on the shooter am I talking about the ruga
Command that roulette, click, click, I'm no loser
Yeah, you the shit southern slang from anua
The booty connoisseur when I'm driking on kahlua

Go see this rose, gal I won't try you with tulips
I'm copping rosé, now my chiken's hard as Hooters
I'm Mandalay bay, the Bellagio Abuser
My paper don't amuse ya then you haven't see my muler

Hot rod, coat tail, I need the pink Flamingo
Gambling Female, like your hips is playing Cee-lo
Check out you channel, see, I stroke your ego
I'm here for the gazebo,pure cooker, you's a kilo

[Chorus x2: Sean Kingston]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!

7,11, there it go, I called it, no guessing
Ain't naked but all these shawties, they looking at you, they threatened. I reckon cause you high rolling, they begging, you begging.
Snake eyes while you collecting, them thighs I will invest in

Thousand dollar chips for your thousand dollar hips
Got these thousand dollar gifts, leave more thousand dollar tips
I'll be your supplier, spend it like a dryer
Roll for me baby, be my Nascar tire

I know the odds of winning, like I do my fellini's
The gangster proud of women, I call it robin givens
Flo Rida extor you, take you pinto to Porsche
Say look what you bottom bought ya
Now do what your mama taught ya

[Chorus x2: Sean Kingston]
Bunk camera with it, show me I'm da man (man)
Shake it on da flo, like dice pon ya hon
Lemme say dat a** roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Dey go!

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