Flo Rida feat. T-Pain – Low

Low lyrics

Mmmmmm

Let me talk to ’em

Let me talk to ’em

Let it rain

Mmmmmm

Let me talk to ’em

C’mon

Shawty had them

Apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur

The whole club was lookin’ at her

She hit the floor

Next thing you know Shawty got

Low low low low

Low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants

And the reeboks with the straps

She turned around

And gave that big booty a smack

She hit the floor

Next thing you know Shawty got

Low low low low

Low low low low

Hey I ain’t never seen none that’ll make me go

This crazy all night spendin’ my dough

Had a million dollar vibe

And a bottle to go

Them birthday cakes, they stole the show

So sexual, she was flexible

Professional, drinkin X and O

Hold up wait a minute

Do I see what I think I whoa

Did I think I seen Shawty 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

Imma’ 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

Apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur

The whole club was lookin’ at her

She hit the floor

Next thing you know Shawty got

Low low low low

Low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants

And the reeboks with the straps

She turned around

And gave that big booty a smack

She hit the floor

Next thing you know Shawty got

Low low low low

Low low low low

Hey Shawty what I gotta do

To get you home

My jeans full of gwap

And they ready for Shones

Cadillacs layed back for the sexy grown

Patrone on the rocks

That’ll make you moan

One stack c’mon

Two stacks c’mon

Three stacks c’mon

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 heny

And cola got me like a soldi

She ready for rover, I couldn’t control her

So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover

Shawty was hot like a toaster

Sorry but I had to fold her

Like a pornography poster

She showed her

Apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur

The whole club was lookin’ at her

She hit the floor

Next thing you know Shawty got

Low low low low

Low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants

And the reeboks with the straps

She turned around

And gave that big booty a smack

She hit the floor

Next thing you know Shawty got

Low low low low

Low low low low

Whoa Shawty

Yeah 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

Shawty did that pop and lock

Had to break her off that gwap

Gah was fly just like my glock

Apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur

The whole club was lookin’ at her

She hit the floor

Next thing you know Shawty got

Low low low low

Low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants

And the reeboks with the straps

She turned around

And gave that big booty a smack

She hit the floor

Next thing you know Shawty got

Low low low low

Low low low low

C’mon