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FLO - Access All Areas Album Lyrics



FLO - Access All Areas Lyrics
(Featuring Cynthia Erivo, GloRilla)






Intro

[ Featuring Cynthia Erivo ]

I would like to introduce you to a tenacious trio
Of talented young ladies
But before we preceed, a brief history lesson
Now, before the years of 2001 and 2002
There's simply was not enough brilliance in the world
You see, planet Earth was in dire need
Of bad bitch replenishment
A trio ready to receive the baton passed on
By the likes of Destiny's Child (Destiny's Child)
The Sugababes (Sugababes), SWV (SWV)
And countless other iconic baddies of the past
And thus, in the faithful year of 2019
A pact was formed, a promise was made
A movement began
Our girls found each other
And meticulously prepared a feast for our ears
Miss Jorja, Miss Renée, Miss Stella
Ladies and gentlemen
And those who do not subscribe to either
Generously granting us access to all areas
This is FLO

Used to be jade about it
Jaded 'bout us, jaded 'bout love
Why don't we talk about it?
I was broken down (yeah)
But I'm feelin' open now (yeah)
Movin' on my own pace now (yeah)
I'm hella focused now, oh (oh, whoa)

Needed grace, needed time
Needed space to ease my mind
Don't worry about me and mine
We're doing fine
Change my number and address (yeah)
Gonna have to do more than you did before
To acquire access, yeah (yeah)

I used to be a hard rock
Now I'm a gem, you see me shinin' (shinin' and shinin')
Love used to be hard knock
Now the top's what I'm residin' (residin')
So if you're tryna lit my light (if you're tryna lit my light)
You gon' get that shit tonight

Ladies and gentlement (yeah)
Is time to let you in
Make sure you're listening
From the beggining to the end
Take a seat for the show (take a seat)
Let it breathe, let it flow
Let it FLO

FLO (you gotta let it flow)
FLO (FLO)
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Writer: Uzoechi Osisioma Emenik, Kierran Bedminster, Jorja Douglas, Stella Quaresma, Renee Downer, Curtis Kantsa
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







AAA

Pa-da-da-da, pam-pam
Ladies, are we ready? (Ah)
Pam, pam, pam (A, A, A)
Pa-da-da-da, pam-pam (Ah)
Okay, let's go
Pam, pam, pam

What's done in the dark
Got me catchin' feelings (Yeah)
This ain't about my heart
It's about the feeling
Oh, when you push up on me
Fireworks (Yeah)
Truth be told, I keep it closed and
What I know for certain
You got me open, let me expose it

Touch it (Ah, ah), feel it, love it
Hit it right on time
No limits (No limits), how you want it (Want it)
Boy, I'm letting you inside

So let's explore (Ah)
Come take a tour
Access all areas (Ah, that's right)
Tonight, it's yours (It's all yours)
Don't waste no time (Don't waste no time)
Waiting at the door (At the door)
Access all areas (Ah, that's right; oh)
I'll give you more, more (I'll give you more)

I'm back in your city, sittin' pretty (Ooh, ah)
I know you missed me, so let's take it to round two (Ah)
Kinda sexy when you undress me (Kinda sexy)
Hot and sweaty, visions in the bedroom (Ah, ah; bedroom)
If I give you everything
It better mean everything, not just anything
You hear my body calling
I hope you don't let it ring, don't let it ring (Oh)

Touch it (Oh; touch it), say you love it (Say you love it)
Hit it right on time (Hit it right on time)
No limits (No limits), how you want it (How you want it)
Boy, I'm letting you inside

So let's explore (Let's explore)
Come take a tour (Take a tour)
Access all areas (Oh; ah, that's right)
Tonight, it's yours (It's all yours)
Don't waste no time (Don't waste no time; ah)
Waiting at the door (At the door)
Access all areas (Ah, that's right; all areas)
I'll give you more, more

I think it's time for you to touch it (Touch it), feel it, love it (Feel it, love it)
You know what I like
No limits (Ah), get up on it (It's right on time)
Boy, I'm letting you inside (You inside)
Putting on a private show, get excited
This is just for you, ain't nobody else invited (Ah)
Ooh, get up on it (Ah)
Triple A tonight

Why don't we explore (Ooh-oh; let's explore)
Come take a tour (Come take a tour; take a tour)
Access all areas (All areas; oh)
Baby, tonight, it's yours (It's all yours)
Don't waste no time (Don't waste no time)
Waiting at the door (Waiting at the door; at the door)
Access all areas (Oh)
I'll give you more (I'ma give ya)

I will give you more
More (Uh, uh, uh)
More (Alright, alright, alright)
Triple X in the triple A, baby
Ta-da-da
Ta-ta-da, ta-ta (Ooh)
Ooh, what's done in the dark
Oh
Mm-mm
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher







In My Bag

[FLO, GloRilla]
FLO
Woo, GloRilla
On gang, gang, on gang, gang

[Stella & Renée]
From early mornin' till I'm drippin' in the moonlight
Hop in the Wraith, it's guaranteed to get the mood right
Okay, alright, all night, all day
Keep it sweet and ripe like lemonade, yeah
I know you heard it, baby, rhythm is a dancer
Can't nobody do it like I do it, do it better
Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)
All night (All night), all day (All day)
I say (I say) let's ride, it's all on me

[Jorja]
My body, mind and soul connected
What I got is manifested
I, I don't even got to try

[Renée, Stella, Jorja, FLO]
When you see me, know I'm in my bag (In my bag)
My whip (In my bag)
My drip (In my bag)
I be on my shit (In my bag)
Don't slip (In my bag)
That bitch (In my bag)
When you see me, know I'm in my bag (In my bag)
My fit (In my bag)
I dip (In my bag)
I be on my shit (In my bag)
Don't slip (In my bag)
That bitch (In my bag)
When you see me, know I'm in my bag

[Jorja, FLO]
What that? A Birkin? Some Gucci? Louis Vuitton?
Just know when you see me, I'ma put that shit on
It's "bye-bye" when I walk in (When I walk in)
I got that sunshine in my pocket (Sunshine, sunshinе)
Ah, yeah

[Stella & Renée]
My body, mind and soul connected
What I got is manifеsted (Manifested, I)
I, I don't even got to try

[Renée, Jorja, Stella, FLO, *GloRilla*]
When you see me, know I'm in my bag (In my bag)
My whip (In my bag; my drip)
My drip (In my bag)
I be on my shit (My bag; in my bag)
Don't slip (In my bag)
That bitch (In my bag)
When you see me, know I'm in my bag (In my bag; *woo*)
My fit (In my bag; in my, in my; *GloRilla*)
I dip (In my bag)
I be on my shit (I be on my shit, yeah; in my bag; *on gang, gang*)
Don't slip (In my bag; *on gang, gang*)
That bitch (In my bag; my, I)
When you see me, know I'm in my bag (*Eugh, eugh, eugh, woo*)

[GloRilla, Stella, FLO, GloRilla & FLO]
Cuh in the club with his gun on his Ja Morant (Glo)
Christian to the flow like I can't give the devil time of day (Aye)
D-list ass hoes, y'all ain't in the mix, y'all in the way (Bitch)
And if it's 'bout a check, tell 'em Cici got it right away (Ooh)
Yeah, FLO, world screamin', "Yeah, Glo"
They like, "Damn, you ran that check up fast on them snail hoes" (Ayy)
Twenty in the Chanel store, Beverly Center, Melrose
We got 'em stuck like Velcro, bow down, kiss my shell toes
Worship me, I'm the biggest, not a worker, I'm the business
Big ole booty, fat ass coochie, got him screamin', "Hallellujah" (Hallellujah)
I-I-I got rich off of this flow, in my bag up on these hoes
B-I-G, G-L-O, on gang (You already know)

[FLO, Renée, Jorja, Stella]
When you see me, know I'm in my bag
In my bag, in my bag, in my bag (I be in my bag)
In my bag, in my bag, in my bag
In my bag
When you see me, know I'm in my bag (When you see me, know I'm in my bag)
In my bag, in my bag, in my bag (In my bag)
In my bag, in my bag, in my bag (Ooh, oh, yeah, I)
When you see me, know I'm in my bag
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher







Walk Like This

FLO
Ah (ooh)

There's a reason I walk like this (I walk)
My baby, he be lovin' on this (oh yeah)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit
And every night he got me wantin' more of it
There's a reason I walk like this (I walk)
Side to side with a sway in my hip (sway, sway)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit
And every night he got me wantin' more of it

Been a bad girl, I've been feenin'
Hit it so good every weekend
Lot of missed calls, but I ain't seen it
I've been too gone, I can't believe it
Got my makeup (yeah) on his mattress (yeah)
Been here so long (yeah), what's my address? (Yeah)
It's an addiction and it's a habit
I can be a lot, but he can manage, yeah

We've been goin' nonstop
Nobody does my body how he does my body
He got this thing on lock
The way he does it, I ain't tryna hear nobody, no (no), no
The way that he squeezes and touches it, oh (no), oh
If he keeps this up I might need crutches, like (aight)

There's a reason I walk like this (I walk)
My baby, he be lovin' on this (oh yeah)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit (oh yeah)
And every night he got me wantin' more of it
There's a reason I walk like this (I walk)
Side to side with a sway in my hip (sway, sway)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit (yeah)
And every night he got me wantin' more of it

No, no, ain't no point in fightin' it (uh)
I'm the cowgirl how I'm ridin' it (how I'm ridin' it)
'Cause me and this, go good together
He be all up in my river, boy (ah, oh)

We've been goin' nonstop
Nobody does my body how he does my body
He got this thing on lock
The way he does it, I ain't tryna hear nobody, no (no), no (no)
The way that he squeezes and touches it, oh (no), oh (no)
If he keeps this up I might need crutches, like

There's a reason I walk like this (I walk)
My baby, he be lovin' on this (oh yeah)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit (oh yeah)
And every night he got me wantin' more of it
There's a reason I walk like this (I walk)
Side to side with a sway in my hip (sway, sway)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit (yeah)
And every night he got me wantin' more of it (oh)

All night I've been in this bed
He been in my head, I've been in his head (his head)
Move my body right and left
Do that thing again, keep me comin' back (keep me comin' back)
All night I've been in this bed
He been in my head, I've been in his head (I've been in his head)
Move my body right and left (move my body right and left)
Do that thing again, keep me comin' back (keep me comin' back)

There's a reason I walk like this ('ack, I walk)
My baby, he be lovin' on this (yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit (he got me wantin' more)
And every night he got me wantin' more of it (of it, oh)
There's a reason I walk like this (I walk)
Side to side with a sway in my hip (a sway in my hips, sway, sway)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit (yeah)
And every night he got me wantin' more of it (he got me wantin' mo-o-ore)

All night I've been in this bed
He been in my head, I've been in his head (I've been in his head)
Move my body right and left
Do that thing again, keep me comin' back (do it again)
There's a reason I walk like this (walk like this)
Side to side with a sway in my hip (the sway, sway, sway)
When he do it, he be workin' that shit (when he do it, he be workin' that)
And every night he got me wantin' more of it
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Writer: Aminata Kabba, Ashton Sellars, Jorja Douglas, MNEK, RELYT, Renee Downer, Stella Quaresma, Talay Riley
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.







How Does It Feel?

How does it feel?
Oh, yeah
FLO

Tell me, how does it feel to have the baddest?
That last girl you had, know she was practice
If we keepin' it real, I ain't your average
Now that you have it, I need to ask this

How does it, how does it (how does it)
How does it, how does it feel?
How does it, how does it (how does it)
How does it, how does it feel?
How does it (how does it), how does it (how does it)
How does it (how does it feel?), How does it feel?
How does it, how does it (ah)
How does it, how does it feel?

I bet you feel like that man when you next to me, just as you should
I know that you like your hands up on my body, tells me it's good
But you better play your position, don't let it slip, better not fold
Need loyalty 'cause I'm royalty with this grip, treat it like gold
Hope you know with me you got your hands full (hands full)
So tell me, is that's something you can handle? Yeah
Realize you're f*ckin' with the standard (oh)
I see you're new to this so let me ask you, ohh

Tell me, how does it feel to have the baddest?
That last girl you had, know she was practice
If we keepin' it real, I ain't your average (oh, oh)
Now that you have it, I need to ask this

How does it, how does it (how does it)
How does it, how does it feel?
How does it, how does it (how does it)
How does it, how does it feel?
How does it (how does it), how does it (how does it)
How does it (how does it feel?), How does it feel?
How does it, how does it (ah)
How does it, how does it feel?

How does it feel to know I could have anyone
But you the one that I want?
We ain't scratch the surface so come put that work in
'Cause we got a long way to go (to go)
Lotta contenders with eyes on my body
So make sure you stay on your toes
I'm an attraction, if they attracted
Baby, that's just not my fault
They want that ooh-na-na
Make a man sing like, "Ooh-la-la" (ooh-la-la)
Baby, gotta walk that talk, go mad with it or don't at all
You should know by now that I want you to do the most
Brag about it, tell your friends you can't live without it, no

Tell me, how does it feel to have the baddest?
That last girl you had, know she was practice (practice)
And if we keepin' it real, I ain't your average (oh)
Now that you have it, tell me how does it feel?

How does it, how does it feel? (Oh)
How does it, how does it (how does it feel to you?)
How does it, how does it feel?
How does it (how does it), how does it (how does it)
How does it, how does it feel? (How does it feel?)
How does it, how does it
How does it, how does it feel?

Ah (how does it feel to you?)
How does it feel? Oh
Tell me, how does it feel?
How does it feel? (Ah)
How does it feel?
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Writer: Jorja Douglas, Renee Downer, Stella Quaresma, Theron Makiel Thomas, William Hood, Sean Spencer Small, Sam Michael Sumser, Frado, Daniel Munoz, Jared Krumm
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







Soft

Soft
Oh, no
So soft
Oh, oh
Oh, no (welcome to the camp)
Oh, oh, oh

Baby, how long you been gone? Don't tell me
Hmm, tell me you wanna see me (see me)
Water from the ceiling (ceiling)
Make me hot like summer rain
Trippin', boy, you're trippin'
Trippin' on this fantasy (yeah)

I tell you what's for dinner
I'm flowin' like a river, oh
Hush
Baby, do you wanna touch?
Look at how you make me blush

Soft
Pillow soft
Never, soft
Touch me soft

Try me
You ain't had nobody like me (ah)
Nothin' underneath this white tee (ah)
'Bout to make a movie, Spike Lee
Try me, it's godly (ah)
It's why you wanna be inside me (ah)
And I don't wanna be by myself
Yeah, it's you that I've been waitin' you (waitin' on)

Tell you what's for dinner (dinner, dinner)
Damn, I'm flowin' like a river, baby
Don't move, hush, hush
Don't you want another touch?
Come and let me make you blush (I'll make you blush)

Soft (ooh)
Pillow soft (ooh, ooh)
Mellow soft (soft like jello)
Soft (touch me, touch me, baby)
(Touch me, touch me) soft
(Just like a) pillow
(It feels) soft
(Your hands on my) body
(Don't it feel) soft
(Oh) wanna be soft
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Writer: Jorja Douglas, Renee Downer, Stella Quaresma, Darius Scott Dixson, Darhyl Camper
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







Check

Ah-yeah
Mm, mm, mm (ah)
Ooh
Yeah
Yeah

Been lookin' far and wide to find a kind of guy
Who satisfies, I finally think I found him now
'Cause with the guys I've dated, probably should be jaded
Feels like I've been waitin' for him all my life (all my life, all for my life)

He's takin' me to cloud nine
I manifested him (yeah)
I know the best is him

So all my friends ask me, "Is he's loyal?" (Check)
"He spoil you?" (Check)
"Does he clear that" (check?)
"Before you met him, did you do your background" (check?)
"Is he faithful?" (Check)
"A gentleman?" (Check)
The way I trust him, I ain't gotta check

'Cause he give it so good (so good)
'Cause he give it so good, no doubt
Oh, whoa, whoa
'Cause he give it so good (so good)
'Cause he give it so good, no doubt

No if, buts or maybes (yeah)
Confidence that go crazy (yeah)
He knows, ain't no wonder why I call him baby (yeah)
Everything I want, he got it (yeah)
If I had to put a number on it

I'm lookin' at a perfect ten
I'm tellin' you now, there ain't no way
There ain't no way
I'm gonna let him get away
There ain't no way
The way he custom made for me
There ain't no way
I'm gonna let him get away
There ain't no way

So all my friends ask me, "Is he's loyal?" (Check)
"He spoil you?" (Check)
"Does he clear that" (check?)
"Before you met him, did you do your background" (check?)
"Is he faithful?" (Check)
"Gentleman?" (Check)
The way I trust him, I ain't gotta check

'Cause he give it so good (so good)
'Cause he give it so good, no doubt
So good, so good
'Cause he give it so good (so good)
'Cause he give it so good, no doubt (so good)
Check (I love my baby, I love him so, ooh)
Check
'Cause he give it so good (so good, check)
'Cause he give it so good, no doubt (good)
No doubt, no-whoa (check, check)
'Cause he give it so good (check)
'Cause he give it so good, no doubt (ah-ah)

"Is he's loyal?" (Check)
"He spoil you?" (Check)
"Does he clear that" (check?)
"Before you met him, did you do your background?" (Check, way, there ain't no way)
"Is he faithful?" (Check)
"Gentleman?" (Check)
The way I trust him, I ain't gotta check

Baby
I love my baby, yeah
Baby, I-I-I love him so (who-who-who you checkin' for now? Who you checkin' for now?)
Baby, I love him so (who-who-who you checkin' for now? Who you checkin' for now?)
Baby, I-I-I love him so (who?)
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Writer: Kaelyn Behr, Leon Ware, Syreeta Wright, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Ryan Cecil Campbell, Rudy Sandapa, Curtis Robertson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.







On & On

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

When you walk through the door (yeah)
Like you've been here before (yeah)
You pop the Migos, next thing we know, press my body on yours
Make me so comfortable
We ended up on the floor
I might give you a show (yeah)
If you can play your role (yeah)
I don't come easy, gotta please me
Please, don't leave me fiendin' for more
Fiendin' for more

Don't hold back if I let you inside
Make it last, make it worth my time
Watch me, pay attention
Thought that I should mention

You better be ready for it (yeah)
Better be capable (yeah)
You'll feel it all in my kiss when I'm on it
We could go on and on
We could go on and on
Until the early morning (yeah)
We could go back and forth (yeah)
I hope you're down for this
'Cause once I'm on it
We could go on and on
We could go on and on, on and on

First things first (shh)
Don't talk just be about it ('bout it)
Ooh, lock the door, phone on silent
It's a job, you on the clock
I hope you came in here ready to put in work

Don't hold back if I let you inside (let you inside)
Make it last, make it worth my time
Watch me, pay attention (yeah)
Thought that I should mention, oh

You better be ready for it (yeah, capable)
Better be capable (yeah)
You'll feel it all in my kiss when I'm on it (when I'm on it)
We could go on and on (on)
We could go on and on (on, oh, no)
Until the early morning (yeah)
We could go back and forth (yeah, ooh, ah)
I hope you're down for this
'Cause once I'm on it
We could go on and on
We could go on and on, on and on (yeah, yeah)

Oh, I need high speed
Then, please, slow it down (slow it down)
I need you on me (ooh)
Until the sun is out
Whoa, I need high speed
Then, please, slow it down (please)
'Cause I need you on me
Until the sun is out

You better be ready for it
Better be capable (are you capable, baby?)
You'll feel it all in my kiss when I'm on it
We could go on and on (go on and on)
We could go on and on (on and on, go on and on, on and on)
Until the early morning (we can go back)
We could go back and forth
I hope you're down for this
'Cause once I'm on it ('til the early morning, we can go on)
We could go on and on (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
We could go on and on, on and on (we can go, on and on)

(High speed, high speed)
(Then, please, slow it down)
(Slow it down)
(I need you on me)
(Until the sun is out)
(Ooh, yeah)
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Writer: Aminata Kabba, Dante Jones, Matej Djajkovski, Yuval Chain
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







Bending My Rules

(Welcome to the camp)

Late night drinkin'
Let that sink in for you
Uh, boy, I'm thinkin' 'bout you
Boy, I'm thinkin' 'bout, boy, I'm, boy, I'm thinkin' 'bout
Crazy weekend
I've been (I've been), fiendin' for you (you, you)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you

But I'm nervous, I don't do this
With just anyone, but you're bending my rules
'Cause I'm nervous, so, so nervous
I don't want nobody, nobody like I want you (you)

You know what I'm doing in my bed
Tell me what's next
Are you comin' over? Mh
Are you comin' over?
You could do some things to get ahead
Get behind what I said
I don't wanna spell it out (spell it out), mh
You know what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout, oh

But I'm nervous (nervous), I don't do this (I don't do this)
With just anyone, but you're bending my rules (bending my rules)
'Cause I'm nervous (I'm nervous, oh), so, so nervous (I'm so, so nervous)
I don't want nobody (I don't want nobody)
Nobody like I want you (no, like I want you, oh)

I don't want nobody (ooh)
I don't want nobody (ooh)
I don't want nobody, nobody like I want ya
Nobody, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (let me sing it again)
I don't want nobody (nobody, nobody)
No, I don't want nobody, yeah, yeah
Want nobody, nobody like I want you
No, I don't (ooh)

But I'm nervous, I don't do this (do this)
With just anyone (anyone but you)
But you're bending my rules (said, you're bending all my rules)
'Cause I'm nervous, so, so nervous
I don't want nobody, nobody like I want you (like I want you)

Nobody, no, nobody, no (you)
Nobody, no, nobody (you, you)
Nobody, no, nobody, no (you, you, you)
Nobody, nobody like I want you
Said, you're bending my rules, oh, I, I
Yeah, oh, no
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Writer: Darhyl Camper Jr., Darius Dixson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







Trustworthy (Interlude)

Do you trust my love?
Love, love, love
Say you trust my love
Love, love, love
Love

Here we go again
I know what you're 'bout to say
"Where you been at?"
"Why you comin' home late?" (Comin' home late)
You know that I've been busy
And my schedule been crazy (so crazy)
Ain't no reason to be comin' at me

Just kill the need to look over your shoulder (shoulder)
'Cause that's the time for you to bring me closer
You're the one for me, I say it over and over (ah)
I thought I told you (ah)
Told you

Don't gotta worry, I'm trustworthy
I ain't nothing like you had before
Know they did you dirty, didn't deserve you, yeah
But I'll give you my world and more
I need you to realize, I understand, I know it's hard to be a man
But who gon' fix your broken heart? (Your heart)
Don't need to worry (to worry), I'm trustworthy, yeah
It's time for you to open up (open up)

Say you trust my love (trust my love)
Love (trust my love)
And I will trust your love (trust my love)
Love
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Writer: Morten Ristorp, Jorja Douglas, Renee Downer, Stella Quaresma, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Brittany Shaelyn Coney, Denisia Andrews
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







Caught Up

Uh, yeah, listen
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Uh, uh, uh
Ooh, ooh
Let's go, uh, let it flow
Mm, just, just, just let it flow (ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh)
Stella, tell 'em

No, I'm not the type to keep you locked up inside (no)
And I won't start a fight to keep you with me tonight (no)
'Cause I can spot the truth when I look in your face
And I can smell a lie before you walk in my place
Yeah, you know my reputation, so don't push me (yeah)
I'll get my revenge if I lock away this (oh, whoa)
'Cause I'ma find out if you creepin'
It will come to light because the dark just couldn't keep it (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I wanna know, yeah, I wanna know
You ever do that shady shit, boy bring it to my door
Why wouldn't I wanna know? It gon' matter if I don't
So you better tell me

You say you don't know that girl
So boy, I'll take your word
Hope she don't get you caught up
Get you caught up
Get you caught up
You goin' out with friends
Don't be late comin' in
Won't trip, just don't get caught up
Don't get caught up
Don't get caught up (I)

I, I, I found some receipts last night
That didn't quite match up with your time
You say that you're with your boys on vacation
And you just post a picture with the girl you say you ain't hittin'
Trust issues on a hundred (on a hundred)
Now do somethin' 'bout it (do somethin' 'bout it)
Before I get to drivin'
Ridin' down your block, key your shit, I won't regret it, no

Yeah, I wanna know, yeah, I wanna know
You ever do that shady shit, boy bring it to my door
Why wouldn't I wanna know? It gon' matter if I don't
So you better tell me (you better tell me, no)

You say you don't know that girl (say you don't know that girl)
So boy, I'll take your word
Hope she don't get you caught up (ooh)
Get you caught up (no, no)
Get you caught up (oh, no, no)
You goin' out with friends (friends)
Don't be late comin' in
Won't trip, just don't get caught up
Don't get caught up
Don't get caught up

Ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh (don't get caught up)

If you're out here on these streets
At least be honest with me
'Cause I've been loyal, I've been good to you (you)
Don't make me have to do the same thing too (oh)
Here's a bit of advice
Don't get caught up in your lies (no)
'Cause if you're gonna creep, it's best you do it right

You say you don't know that girl
So boy, I'll take your word (I'ma take your word)
Hope she don't get you caught up (don't get caught up)
Get you caught up (no, no)
Get you caught up
You goin' out with friends (if you're out with your friends)
Don't be late comin' in (don't be late comin' in)
Won't trip, just don't get caught up (don't get caught up)
Don't get caught up (no)
Don't get caught up

Ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh)
Ooh (don't get caught up, don't get caught up)
Ooh (don't get caught up)
Na-na-na-na-na-ah
Na-na-ah
Don't get caught up, oh (I)

I guess you knew that girl
You didn't keep your word
You went and (ooh)
Got caught up (ooh)
Got caught up (ooh)
Got caught up
You didn't go out with friends
Don't bother comin' in
You just (ooh)
Got caught up (ooh)
Got caught up (ooh)
Got caught up
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Writer: Jocelyn Donald, Renee Downer, Pop Wansel, Amber Streeter, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Stella Dora Quaresma, Jahlil Gunter, Jorja Douglas, Cole Porter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.







IWH2BMX

I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
No

Ooh, you were way too insecure to be in love
What a way, what a way to f*ck a good thing up, true
Blowin' up my line when you see me blowin' up
There's nothing to discuss, yeah, yeah

I am so sick of these niggas, they never deliver
They get in their feelings, their feelings
But I ain't gon' cry no more, I ain't gon' cry no more
Know I stay focused on me, no, I don't need a thing
I did it on my own, get hits on my own
Lit on my own

I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah

Boy, just look at me now, face on every poster
Can't escape me, you, you're old news
I would hate to be my ex, yeah
Now I love myself to death (ooh)

I'm a (ayy) popstar like Rihanna
This stitching expensive, either Fendi or it's Prada
First-class all my flights, now I go where I wanna
Built myself a good life that you'll never be a part of, oh, no

I am so sick of these niggas, they never deliver
They get in their feelings, their feelings
But I ain't gon' cry no more, I ain't gon' cry no more
Know I stay focused on me, no, I don't need a thing
I did it on my own (ah), get hits on my own (ah)
Lit on my own (ah)

I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would hate to be)
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh (I moved on, no, I walked off from it)
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah (there's no regrets from me)
(I'd hate to be, nah)
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah

Boy, just look at me now, face on every poster
Can't escape me, you, you're old news (old news)
I would hate to be my ex, yeah (oh, no, no, no)
Now I love myself to death (now, I love me, I love me)

I bet you miss me now, now
You wanna be down, down (you wanna be down)
But it's far too late (it's too late)
You know I'm over you (I'm over you, yeah, yeah)

I would hate to be my ex, yeah (I would hate to be my ex)
Glad I moved on to the next, ooh (glad I moved on to the next, ex)
I left you with no regrets, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
I would hate to be my-
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Writer: Jorja Douglas, Renee Downer, Stella Quaresma, Talay Riley, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Jamal Woon, Gabriel Davies, Cole Ostrin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







Nocturnal

Enemies, breathe a trajectory
They think they stressin' me, but they are not a threat to me (no, no)
This ain't no nine-to-five, I put in overtime
And when the money's right, I sign it on the dotted line

Chase no bag, the bag chase me
I make that work, boy, look so easy
In my own lane, respectfully
I be wide awake meanwhile these other girls are sleepin', I'm

Nocturnal
Nocturnal
I don't catch no Z's, W's in my circle
'Bout to hit full steam, zoom, zoom, send it up, turbo (turbo)
Nocturnal, oh

As they watchin' what I do and they just can't solve it (no)
Yeah, I might be cute (I'm cute), I'm a very big problem
Big problem, very big problem (yeah)
So take caution, I'm gonna get it regardless

Chase no bag, the bag chase me (chase me)
I make that work, boy, look so easy
In my own lane, respectfully (no)
I be wide awake meanwhile these other girls are sleepin', I'm

Nocturnal
Nocturnal (I don't, I don't)
I don't catch no Z's, W's in my circle (W, W)
'Bout to hit full steam, zoom, zoom, send it up, turbo (turbo)
Nocturnal, oh (oh)

Nocturnal
Nocturnal (I don't, I don't)
I don't catch no Z's, W's in my circle (W, W)
'Bout to hit full steam, zoom, zoom, send it up, turbo (turbo)
Nocturnal, oh

(Chase no bag, the bag chase me)
(I make that work, boy, look so easy)
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Writer: Talay Riley, Ryan Cecil Campbell, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Jakob Rabitsch
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







Shoulda Woulda Coulda

But we're done for good, shoulda, woulda, coulda
Babe, it's me, I'm sorry, yeah
Like, I know I should've, like
And I would've, but
Oh, oh-whoa
Look, just call me back, please

Shoulda put it down right
Woulda been the one
Coulda loved me long
Coulda gave you some
If you say you're with your guys
Why the dial tone?
Can't pick up your phone?
Boy, I should've known

Saw you all up on her story (yeah)
So tell me why the hell can't you keep yours straight
This shit ain't doing nothing for me (for me)
'Cause you were, oh, so close, now we'll never know

Shoulda, woulda, coulda been me and you (you)
Shoulda, woulda, coulda been real for true, but
Shoulda, woulda, coulda ain't enough when it comes to us
Us (but we're done for good, shoulda, woulda, coulda)
Shoulda, woulda, coulda been ride or die, I
Shoulda, woulda, coulda made love all night, but
Shoulda, woulda, coulda ain't enough when it comes to love
Love (but we're done for good, shoulda, woulda, coulda)

Damn
Should've told me you was tryna be outside (be outside)
Would've got my things and been out gettin' mine (gettin' mine)
Could've had a good time (had a good time)
Instead, I held it down for you
What was I to do when I

Saw you all up on her story
So tell me why the hell can't you keep yours straight
This shit ain't doing nothing for me (for me)
'Cause you were, oh, so close, now we'll never know

Shoulda, woulda, coulda been me and you (you)
Shoulda, woulda, coulda been real for true, but
Shoulda, woulda, coulda ain't enough when it comes to us (when it comes to us)
Us (but we're done for good, shoulda, woulda, coulda)
Shoulda, woulda, coulda been ride or die, I
Shoulda, woulda, coulda made love all night, but
Shoulda, woulda, coulda ain't enough when it comes to love (when it comes to love)
Love (but we're done for good, shoulda, woulda, coulda)

You almost had me (almost had me)
Doing romantic, you blew your chances on a real one
Almost had me (almost had me)
In the palm of your hands
But everything you're doing really ain't gon' do
I really dodged a bullet not f*ckin' with you (you)
Me and you was so impossible, irreversible
Should've let it go, now you're on your own singing

Shoulda, woulda, coulda been me and you
(coulda been me and you, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shoulda, woulda, coulda been real for true, but
Shoulda, woulda, coulda ain't enough when it comes to us (when it comes to us, oh)
Us (but we're done for good, shoulda, woulda, coulda)
Shoulda, woulda, coulda been ride or die, I
Shoulda, woulda, coulda made love all night, but
Shoulda, woulda, coulda ain't enough when it comes to love (when it comes to love)
Love (but we're done for good, shoulda, woulda, coulda)
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Writer: Jorja Douglas, Renee Downer, Stella Quaresma, Lauren Keen, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Mike Brainchild
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







Get It Till I'm Gone

(Ay, Skippz) mh
Flo (uh, uh, uh, uh, let's go, uh)

Wait a minute, let me set the scene (ah)
Remember when he used to be talkin' to me (ah)
He knew how to value my time, could read my mind (mh)
Get that uh-uh-uh-uh, when I need
Lately, he's been gettin' too comfortable
Says he's in it but he ain't down at all
So, if he plays with me again, he ain't seein' me again
No tears, no love, no more

He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna (no), he ain't gonna (no)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone, gone, gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna (no), he ain't gonna (no)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone

'Til I leave him
He won't believe it, believe it
'Til I'm in someone else's arms
If he's too complacent, I'll replace him easy
He's gotta need me, need me
I've been out here for way too long
He ain't gonna get it, gonna get it

He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna (no), he ain't gonna (no)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)

All the chances (chances)
I gave him way too many chances (chances)
Hopin' he'd change, but still no answer (called, but still no answer)
Mh, are you kidding me? You're killing me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma tell you how it's gon' be (what?)
If he don't understand, Then he'll have to see (that's right)
Ain't no resurrecting him and me
If I say it's dead then it's R.I.P

He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna (no), he ain't gonna (no)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone, gone, gone ('til I'm gone, gone)
He ain't gonna (no), he ain't gonna (no)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone

'Til I leave him (leave him)
He won't believe it, believe it ('lieve it)
'Til I'm in someone else's arms (someone else's arms)
If he's too complacent, I'll replace him easy
He's gotta need me, need me
I've been out here for way too long (I've been for way too long)
He ain't gonna get it, gonna get it (yeah)

He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it, no, no, no, no)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it, no, no, no)
He ain't gonna (no), he ain't gonna (no)
He ain't gonna get it ((he ain't gonna get it)

'Til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
'Til I'm gone (he ain't gonna get it)
'Til I'm gone (gone, gone)
'Til I'm gone (gone, gone)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (yeah, he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna get it 'til I'm gone (yeah, he ain't gonna get it)
He ain't gonna, no, he ain't gonna

Baow, baow
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Writer: Jorja Douglas, Renee Downer, Stell Quaresma, Aminata Kabba, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Kierran Bedminster, Jamal Woon, Cole Ostrin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







I'm Just A Girl

(Ayy, yeah)

Yeah, what's a girl gotta do to be seen? (To be seen)
Beggin' hard, pretty please, on my knees (on my knees)
Tryna be what I don't see on the tv
Lift me up like a cup, Hennessy

This song ain't for everybody, this song ain't 'bout anybody
Huh, want me be somebody (ha)
Give me that spotlight then tell me I'm not right
Act like I can't shine without it (I, I)
Say I should be good, good
Like I'm misunderstood
'Cause, yeah, what do I know about it? (Oh)

(Ayy, yeah) I'm just a girl
(Ayy, yeah) I'm just a girl, like
(Ayy, yeah) I'm just a girl
(Ayy, yeah) I, I

I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl

Time for a breakdown
How many black girls do you see on center stage now?
Yet you wonder why they going to the states now
But I ain't throwin' shade now

Yeah, you're testing my patience, underestimation
With your conversation 'bout my reputation
You want me good, good, say, "Shut up and look good"
But then, what would you know about it? After all

(Ayy, yeah) I'm just a girl
(Ayy, yeah) I'm just a girl, like
(Ayy, yeah) I'm just a girl
(Ayy, yeah) I'm

I'm just a girl (so you can go be mad about it)
I'm just a girl
I'm, I'm just a girl (still, I can be a man about it)
I'm just a girl, whoa
I am just a girl

(Ayy, yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ayy, yeah) I'm just a girl, just a girl
(Ayy, yeah) do-do-do-do, do-do-do
(Ayy, yeah) I'm just a girl

My bad
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Writer: Jorja Douglas, Renee Downer, Stella Quaresma, Lauren Keen, Rashaan Brown, Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Jamal Woon
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Back to: FLO


Access All Areas (also abbreviated as AAA) is the debut studio album by English girl group Flo. It was released on 15 November 2024 through Island Records.

It marks their first full-length project after releasing their previous extended plays, The Lead (2022) and 3 of Us (2023). The standard version of the album features guest vocals from Cynthia Erivo and GloRilla.

It is a contemporary R&B album featuring production and songwriting from MNEK and notable contributions from Camper, Jay Versace, Pop Wansel, Sevyn Streeter, and more.

Prior to the announcement of Access All Areas, the group described the album as a continuation of the legacy of girl groups:

Access All Areas is a labour of love. To us it represents our growth and dedication to making girl group history, to making a project we are truly proud to call our debut album.
— Flo about the album
-Wikipedia
Performed By: FLO
Featuring: Cynthia Erivo, GloRilla
Genre(s): R&B
Producer(s): Luc Bernadel, Mike Brainchild, Darhyl Camper Jr., Rogét Chahayed, Cole YoursTruly, Gabriel Davies, Renée Downer, IQ, Dante Jones, Kierran, MNEK, Nova Wav, Relyt, Rissi, Rudy Sandapa, Ashton Sellars, Skippz, Sean Small, Styalz Fuego, Sam Sumser, Albin Tengblad, Pop Wansel, Jamal Woon, uv killin em, Yakob, Tre Jean-Marie
Released: November 15th, 2024
Year: 2024

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