Various Artists - Low lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain] Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (Lemme talk to 'em...lemme talk to 'em...) Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (Lemme talk to 'em...) [Hook: T-Pain] Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans Boots wit the fur (wit the fur) The whole club was lookin at herrr She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks wit the straps (wit the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (AYY!!) She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Cmon [Verse 1: Flo Rida] (C'mon) 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 s**ual, she was flex-able Professional, drinkin X and oh Hold up, wait a minute, do I see What I think I - whoa Did I thank I see 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 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 mo' Cash ain't no problem, I know where it goes She had them... [Hook: T-Pain] Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans Boots wit the fur (wit the fur) The whole club was lookin at herrr She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks wit the straps (wit the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (AYY!!) She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low [Verse 2: Flo Rida] Heeey, shawty what I gotta do to get you home? My jeans full of guap and the ready for shones Cadillacs, Maybachs for the s**y grown Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan One stack - c'mon, two stacks - c'mon Three stacks - c'mon, 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 over, that Henny and Cola Got me like a solider, she ready for Rover I couldn't control her, so lucky oh me I was just like a clo-ver Shawty was hot like a toast-er Sorry but I had to fold, her Like a p**nography pos-ter, she showed her... [Hook: T-Pain] Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans Boots wit the fur (wit the fur) The whole club was lookin at herrr She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks wit the straps (wit the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (AYY!!) She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low [Verse 3: Flo Rida] Whooooa, (shaw-taaay) Yeah she was worth the (mon-eyyy) Lil' mama took my (caaaash) And I ain't want it (baaaack) The way she bent that (baaaack) Got her them paper (staaaacks) Tattoo above her (craaaack) I had to handle (thaaaat) I was on it, s**y woman Let me showin and made me want it Two in the mornin, I'm zonin And them Rosay bottles foamin She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shawty did that pop and lock Had to break her off that guap Gal was fly just like my Glock [Hook: T-Pain] Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans Boots wit the fur (wit the fur) The whole club was lookin at herrr She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks wit the straps (wit the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (AYY!!) She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low Cmon