Flo Rida - Low Lyrics

(feat. T-Pain)

Send "Low" ringtones to your cell

[Intro - T-pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
(Let it rain)
Mmmmmmmm
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 lookin 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 ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go, 
this crazy all night spendin 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, drinkin 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 makin it snow 
Work the pole, I got the bank roll 
Imma 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 goes 
She had them 

[Chorus (T-Pain)]: 
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] 
Boots with the fur [With the fur] 
The whole club lookin 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 [Ayy] 
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 gwap 
And they ready for Shones 
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown 
Patrone 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 playin 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 oo 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 lookin 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 crack, 
I had to handle that, 
I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin 
They be want it two in the mornin 
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin 
She wouldn't stop, made it drop 
Shorty did that pop and lock, 
Had to break her off that gwap 
Gah it was fly just like my glock 

[Chorus (T-Pain)]: 
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] 
Boots with the fur [With the fur] 
The whole club lookin 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

Send "Low" ringtones to your cell

lyrics submitted by oona14 on 22-09-2007
lyrics corrected by glen_nelson on 06-05-2009