Low
T-Pain ft. Florida 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'
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
The song "Low" by T-Pain featuring Florida is a party anthem that describes the lifestyle of the artists. The first verse talks about rolling around with 20-inch chrome wheels and tinted windows. The artists brag about how loud their music is and how hard the bass hits. They also mention their love for alcohol and women, with T-Pain rapping about spitting game and making shorty laugh. The chorus, "I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'," repeats multiple times, emphasizing the artists' love for their expensive and flashy cars.
In the second verse, Florida takes over and raps about his wealth, hunger for money, and how he can rap better than others. He references his home state, Florida, and how he and his crew are waiting around the corner, ready to party. He also talks about his love for shiny gold jewelry and watches. The song ends with T-Pain rapping about his readiness to use violence against anyone who stands in his way, asserting dominance and wealth.
Overall, "Low" is a braggadocious song that glorifies extravagant lifestyles, cars, money, and women. Its catchy beat and repetitive chorus make it a popular track for parties and clubs.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm creepin' low, got these 20's on my feet, I'm creepin'
I'm moving stealthily with my 20-inch rims on my shoes
On the block cut the corner rollin' slow
Driving slowly around the neighborhood
Drop it down, drop it down
Lower your dance moves
Drop it down low
Dance with intense energy and low to the ground
Tint darker than the shades on my eye balls
Car windows are so dark that it's hard to see through them
Twenty inch chrome wrapped up in white walls
Twenty-inch rims decorated with white tires
Before you see me you can hear me from a block away
The sound of my booming music is audible from far
Hit the light, hit the blunt then I hit the gas
Turn on the lights, smoke some weed and drive off
When I do it I don't do it to the regular
Unique and extraordinary way of doing things
Drink you underground, smoke you higher than the nebula
Drinking and smoking until you are in a totally altered state
Bruisin' up her neck like she spent the night with Dracula
Leaving marks on her neck like vampire bites
Sippin' on Bicardi, Shorty ridin' shotty
Drinking Bacardi and having a passenger in the front seat
She said she never ever, ever ever on the first date
She claims to never engage in sexual activity on the first date
I'm roundin' third base slidin' into home plate
Baseball analogy for having sex
Slippin' off up in the sunset
Disappearing into the horizon
Money hungry like I'm starvin' man ain't eat nothing yet
Desperately wanting money despite not being hungry
Turn pike turn flips into hundreds, lump checks
Contorting money into cash or check payments
Check my flex
Look at my style, swagger, and ability to get what I want
And I'm creeping low, don't make that pistol blow
I am sneaking around cautiously to avoid getting shot
Fuck your money, fuck your ego, I'll put fifty down your throat
Threatening to harm someone for disrespecting or challenging the artist
Lyrics ยฉ DistroKid
Written by: Anthony Ciani, James Lidgard
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@MFabioYusuf
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@Aiyahaha.
That's not her mother cuz the video is just an act :)
I just want to tell you all the videos in all an act what's wrong with that? I don't find it funny because I don't feel like laughing. so please keep your mouth shut if you may. I'm only telling the truth...
-bruh idk why I still have a notification on this old comment ๐ฎโ๐จyou guys need to stop ๐and chill๐ฅถ
I know it's a joke so I'm just telling people that she is ok don't you guys understand ๐.
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