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Who Does Flo Rida Think He Is?

Nice self-portrait (pictured right). What do you and the sun have in common?
We’re both on fire! And I had to represent the Sunshine State. I’m always hanging with my shades on, so I drew the Louis Vuitton ones I got. I like the star quality of sunglasses, and a lot of times I just don’t want people to read my eyes or tell my attitude. It’s armor.


What posters did you have on your bedroom wall growing up?
WWF posters. Recently I got on a plane, and I was like, Wow all the guys on here look pretty big. They were all wrestlers: Tank, Undertaker, Big Show. That’s the one time I’ve been starstruck. Them motherfuckers are huge!


What would we find if we drug-tested you right now?
Everything negative. I’ve never smoked. All my homies did, but my mom, nobody in my household did, and that’s how I grew up.

 

What about booze?
Nope. I drink champagne to celebrate. That’s it. I never get drunk—you have to stay right on point. It’s like the sunglasses: You can’t show too much.

 

What’s the most evil thing you’ve ever done?
When my twin sister and I were in school, I copied her homework once, but I skipped school the next day and didn’t give it back to her. So she had to go in without it.

 

We’re waiting for the evil part.
I was never a bad kid. To me that was pretty evil!

 

Are you religious?
Yes. I pray all the time. I prayed before I got here and asked God to help me get here safe.

 

What is God wearing right now?
I just think it’s a spirit. A face that you are trying to imagine but you can’t.

 

Ever doubted your sexual orientation?
What? What are you trying to say?

 

Let’s take that as a no. When was your last booty call?
We keep that on the low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.

 

What part of your body would you like to change?
I wouldn’t change nothing. Look at me—I’m perfect!

 

What is your favorite curse word, and use it in a sentence.
Hell. And that’s not something I like to say. You couldn’t curse in my household. I still can’t curse around my mom. I tell her to go to Wal-Mart for my CDs, ’cause they don’t have the curses on ’em.