Low
Florida feat Pitbull Lyrics


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I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
Drop it down, drop it down
Drop it down low
Low
Tint darker than the shades on my eye balls
Twenty inch chrome wrapped up in white walls
Before you see me you can hear me from a block away
That 808 hits harder than that glock will spray
Hit the light, hit the blunt then I hit the gas
Hit the spot, grab the stash then I get the cash
Pour a drink, spit some game, makin' shorty laugh
Grab my keys, hit the crib, then I get that ass
When I do it I don't do it to the regular
Drink you underground, smoke you higher than the nebula
Break it down molecular, flow is so spectacular
Bruisin' up her neck like she spent the night with Dracula
Sippin' on Bicardi, Shorty ridin' shotty
Booty on my leather, I'm checking out her body
She said she never ever, ever ever on the first date
I'm roundin' third base slidin' into home plate
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
Drop it down, drop it down
Drop it down low
Low
Slippin' off up in the sunset
Money hungry like I'm starvin' man ain't eat nothing yet
Turn pike turn flips into hundreds, lump checks
Lump sums dumb dumb and na I ain't done yet
Check my flex
Kill these beats and I rep with that Fl, Fl, Fl Fl Florida
Best respect, catch a left, we be waitin' round the corner
Got her freaky like Madonna in the nineties
Blingin' up her wrist got her lookin' so shiny and she clean
I ain't Khaled homie, what the fuck I mean
Ima eat that girl down till she see me in her dreams
And I'm creeping low, don't make that pistol blow
Fuck your money, fuck your ego, I'll put fifty down your throat
Mother Fucker
Yea I guess I'm reppin' hard, couple lines of fish scale look like waves on my card
Yea I creep low, let me get that doe
Fuck your money, fuck your ego, I'll put fifty down your throat
Mother Fucker
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
Drop it down, drop it down




Drop it down low
Low

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Low" by Florida feat. T-Pain are about cruising through the streets in a low-riding car with 20-inch chrome wheels and tinted windows. The singer is describing his experience as he moves through the streets in his car, "On the block cut the corner rollin' slow." The first verse repeats the phrase "I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet" multiple times. This indicates the singer's pride in his car and its unique features.


The second verse is about the singer's lifestyle and attitude. He talks about drinking, smoking, and picking up women. His flow is described as "molecular" and "so spectacular." He is confident and seemingly unconcerned with the consequences of his actions. The chorus repeats the phrase "I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet" several more times. The song is driven by its hypnotic beat and catchy chorus, making it a perfect dance floor hit.


Overall, the lyrics to "Low" portray a confident, carefree attitude and a love for cars and nightlife. The repetition of the chorus emphasizes the singer's pride in his low-riding vehicle and adds to the song's overall hypnotic quality.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm trying to remain unnoticed while wearing fancy shoes


On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
I'm driving around the neighborhood slowly


Drop it down, drop it down
Lower the volume of the music


Drop it down low
Lower the volume of the music and dance to the beat


Tint darker than the shades on my eye balls
The windows of my car are really dark


Twenty inch chrome wrapped up in white walls
My car has big shiny wheels with white tires


Before you see me you can hear me from a block away
My car has a loud sound system


That 808 hits harder than that glock will spray
The bass of my music is stronger and louder than a gun


Hit the light, hit the blunt then I hit the gas
I turn on the car lights, smoke marijuana, and start driving


Hit the spot, grab the stash then I get the cash
I arrive at my destination, take the money, and leave quickly


Pour a drink, spit some game, makin' shorty laugh
I drink alcohol, flirt, and make the girl laugh


Grab my keys, hit the crib, then I get that ass
I pick up my keys, go home, and have sex with a girl


When I do it I don't do it to the regular
I don't have sex in a traditional or ordinary way


Drink you underground, smoke you higher than the nebula
I drink alcohol and smoke weed to the point of getting really drunk and high


Bruisin' up her neck like she spent the night with Dracula
I leave marks on the girl's neck as if I were a vampire


Sippin' on Bicardi, Shorty ridin' shotty
I'm drinking Bacardi while the girl sits in the passenger seat


Booty on my leather, I'm checking out her body
The girl's butt is on my leather seat and I'm admiring her body


She said she never ever, ever ever on the first date
The girl tells me she never has sex on the first date


I'm roundin' third base slidin' into home plate
I'm close to having sex with the girl


Slippin' off up in the sunset
I'm leaving while the sun sets


Money hungry like I'm starvin' man ain't eat nothing yet
I'm very greedy and want more money


Turn pike turn flips into hundreds, lump checks
I make money easily through illegal means


Check my flex
Look at how powerful and successful I am


Kill these beats and I rep with that Fl, Fl, Fl Fl Florida
I make great music and represent my home state of Florida


Best respect, catch a left, we be waitin' round the corner
You better show me respect, or else my crew will beat you up


Got her freaky like Madonna in the nineties
I'm having sex with the girl and she's acting like Madonna did in the 90s


Blingin' up her wrist got her lookin' so shiny and she clean
I bought her expensive jewelry and now she looks rich and clean


I ain't Khaled homie, what the fuck I mean
I'm not DJ Khaled, so I don't need to explain myself


Ima eat that girl down till she see me in her dreams
I'm going to give the girl oral sex until she dreams about me


Don't make that pistol blow
Don't make me use my gun


Fuck your money, fuck your ego, I'll put fifty down your throat
I don't care about your money or your pride, I'll harm you regardless




Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Anthony Ciani, James Lidgard

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@gwendolynjeane

I’m 11 years late but here:
Stop drop roll, open the doors and baby light my fire
Watch how I carry this thing like Mariah
Trying to make loo like an LA riot
Stick it for the ice in the cream like Breyers
All messed up like Micheal Myers
I'm tryna multiply wha, you all dividing
Call it Ice Cube, get it hit it on a Friday
(Ya'll get knocked the fuck out)
When Pit go all out
I play broke, while your broke ass ball out
Me I'm Diddy, Jay Z and Stee stay a little bit a bigge gimme the loo and I beat out
What's your thing boy, forget a debate boy
They're filling me like Obama and Hilary
So pick up pick up your artillery before
You get cut up like umbilical cord, let's go



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2020 and I just found this 😂

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Same hahaha

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