Roll Lyrics - Mail On Sundays - Flo Rida

(- Sean Kingston (Flo Rida)) 

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man) 

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon 

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll 

They 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!) 

(X2 - Sean Kingston) 

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man) 

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon 

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll 

They go! 

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(1 - 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 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 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 

Photos 

(X2 - Sean Kingston) 

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man) 

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon 

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll 

They go! 

(2 - Flo Rida) 

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 drinking on Kahlua 

Go see this rose, gal I won't try you with tulips 

I'm coppin' rosé, now my chicken'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 your Channel, see, I stroke your ego 

I'm here for the gazebo, pure cooker, you's a kilo 

(X2 - Sean Kingston) 

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man) 

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon 

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll 

They go! 

(3 - Flo Rida) 

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 extort you, take you Pinto to Porsche 

Say look what you bottom bought ya 

Now do what your mama taught ya! 

(X2 - Sean Kingston) 

Bunk camera wit it, show me I'm tha man (man) 

Shake it on tha flo, like dice pon ya hon 

Lemme say dat ass roll, roll, roll, roll, roll 

They go!