Flo- Rida featuring T-Pain Low Mail on Sunday Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em Let me talk to 'em C'mon! [Chorus (T-Pain)]:
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With
the fur] The whole club 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 Reeboks with the
straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that big booty
a smack [Hey!] She hit the Flo [She hit the Flo] Next thing you
know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low [Verse 1
(Flo Rida)]: I never seen anything that'll make me go This crazy
all night spending 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, drinking X and o Hold up wait a minute, do I
see what I think I Whoa Did I think I seen Shorty get low Ain't the
same when it's up that close? Make it rain, I'm making it snow Work
the pole, I got the bank roll I'm gonna admit that I prefer them no
******* 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 [Chorus (T-Pain)]: Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with
the fur [With the fur] The whole club 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 Reeboks
with the straps [With the straps] She turned around and gave that
big booty a smack [Aye] She hit the Flo [She hit the Flo] Next
thing you know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
[Verse 2 (Flo Rida)]: Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home My
jeans full of cash And they ready for Shone Cadillac May backs for
the sexy grown 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 Hendy and Cola Got me like a
Soldier She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her So lucky of me,
I was just like a clover Shorty was hot like a toaster Sorry but I
had to fold her, Like a pornography poster She showed her [Chorus
(T-Pain)]: Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the
fur] The whole club 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 Reeboks 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 [Verse 3 (Flo
Rida)]: 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 ***** I had to handle that, I
was on it, sexy woman, let me showing They beg want it two in the
morning I'm zoning in them rosy bottles foaming She wouldn't stop,
made it drop Shorty did that pop and lock, Had to break her off
that cash Gal it was fly just like my ***** [Chorus (T-Pain)]:
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The
whole club 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 Reeboks 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 (Haa)
