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Flo Rida
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T‐Pain
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Hm-mm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Let it rain
Hm-mm
Let me talk to 'em
C'mon
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ay)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
I ain't never seen nothin' 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 bankroll
I must 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 (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ay)
She hit the floor (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 guap, and they're ready for shones
Cadillacs, Maybach for the sexy grown
Patrón on the rocks, that'll make you moan
One stack (come on), two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, mm), now that's three grand
What you think, I'm playing, baby girl?
I'm the man, I invented rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was over, that Henny and cola
Got me like a soldier, she ready for Rover
I couldn't control her, so lucky ol' 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 (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ay)
She hit the floor (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 bent that back, got all them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack, I had to handle that
I was on it, sexy woman, let me showin', make me want it
Two in the morning, I'm zonin' and them rosé bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop, shawty did that pop-n-lock
Had to break her off that guap, gal was fire just like my Glock
Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ay)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor), next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
C'mon