Flo Rida - Low (featuring T-Pain) Lyrics

Chorus

Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
Boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy)
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

(Verse 1)

I ain't never seen nuthin' that'll make me go,
This crazy all night spendin' my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin' X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I
Whoa

Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
I'mma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

Chorus

Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
Boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
(Ayy)

She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

(Verse 2)

Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)
What you think I'm playin' baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier

She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

Chorus

Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
Boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy)
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

(Verse 3)

Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bit that rag
Got her them paper stacks
Tattoo Above her crack
I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin'
They be want it two in the mornin'
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

Chorus

Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
Boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy)
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)

Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

C'mon

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