Low
florida feat. t-pain 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 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 © DistroKid
Written by: Anthony Ciani, James Lidgard
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@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 😮💨you guys need to stop 😕and chill🥶
I know it's a joke so I'm just telling people that she is ok don't you guys understand 😔.
@XTREditz
The lyrics Hmm-mm-mm-mm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Let it rain
Hmm-mm-mm-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 looking 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 (hey)
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 her thing, 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'ma 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 go
She had them
Apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking 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 (hey)
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 groan
Patron 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 playing? 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 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 looking 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 (hey)
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 show it make me want it
Two in the morning I'm zonin'
Them Rosé bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shawty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Girl was fine just like my Glock
Apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking 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 (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
C'mon
@mikael9431
Let's see how many people watching in March 2024
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Me everyday , my daily routine 😎😎😎
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Yeep
@TacoStacks
nostalgia.
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Sí.
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Yeah.
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Evet.