Low
Flo Rida Lyrics

Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em

Let it rain
Let me talk to 'em

Come on

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 sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
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
Dem 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
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 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 sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
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 gwap and they ready for stones
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 ain't dealin' 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 oh 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 sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
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 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'
Make me want it, two in the mornin'
I'm zonin' in them rose bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shawty did that pop and lock, had to break her off that gwap
Gal was fly 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 sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

C'mon

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Montay Humphrey, Korey Roberson, Howard Simmons, Tramar Dillard, Faheem Najm

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