Low featuring T-pain lyrics

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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)