🎵 Stronger Freestyle // by Flo Rida

1 ContributorStronger Freestyle Lyrics [Intro] I still rep A-P-T's, I still rep Triple C's I still live home, I still love ghetto in the southern hood Poe Boy, yeah, y'all look out for Mail on Sunday Album coming soon [Verse] Hey, now don't send me to my grave Can only make Flo Rida whip a traffic Kanye That's alright, I be on facts, my bladder like R. Kelly's Oh yeah, I'm pissed off Shakira lost my baby, I told her not to belly dance I'm still a big Pac hype when you belly fan The game finna smell me like muscles in a can That's spent in my jeans, pop eye to sell a man They [?], the Louiе tenant when I tell a man So put thе fan in the window, ghetto veteran Get Mail on Sunday, you can ask David Letterman Cheddar man, weatherman, get me, look who rain, girl I make it rain elegance, I know you don't want peanuts Hello Serena Venus, my clique allergic to penis The Bentley bird up, you seen us, we ball like Gilbert Arenas I'm here to sell out arenas, six bougie women and Beamers I push the late with the Beamer, I still remember Katrina It make me stronger, Red Bull for [?] 'Cause death around the corner, ain't a game like Gallagher Good times when lonely in the hood, I'm out it Ain't trying to be in a coma, karmas 'cause I'ma bone this Tony Roma's the bonest, trying to hang with the chosen Five Jones, I'm chosen, shots of patron and low chase, it's lonely I spit it through the wire to fire, no liar, I'ma riot, mine, homies [Outro] I still rep A-P-T's, I still rep Triple C's I still live hood, I still love ghetto in the southern hood