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Four On The Floor lyrics by Adam Hood feat. Brent Cobb

Verse 1
I like my lonely, like my vices
Empty pockets, red beans and rices
Don’t need no woman to tie me down
I’m a roly-poly, rolling around
Lord, this ain’t nothing, you ain’t heard before
Four on the floor

Verse 2
Cold turkey, talking jive
Sweet honey, straight out the hive
Got two dollars, keep me fed
If I break a twenty, l might wake up dead
Lord, this ain’t nothing, I ain’t heard before
It’s four on the floor, uh huh huh

Verse 3
Rollin’ tumble, shake ‘em all down
Don’t need no changes, no turn arounds
It ain’t the base line that make you move
It’s the feel, it’s in the groovе
And this ain’t nothing, you ain’t heard before
Four on thе floor
Well, this ain’t nothing, you ain’t heard before
Four on the floor, ah hey hey