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| Name | Flo Rida - Low ft. T-Pain [Apple Bottom Jeans] (Lyrics) |
| Video Uploader | Video From 7th Heaven |
| Upload Date | This Video Uploaded At 01-08-2020 15:00:05 |
| Video Discription | 🎧 Flo Rida - Low ft. T-Pain [Apple Bottom Jeans] (Lyrics) 💖 Support Me on Patreon: https://bit.ly/3ruL157 🤔 Suggest a song: https://bit.ly/2TJCief 🔔 Turn on notifications to stay updated with new uploads! #FloRida #Low #AppleBottomJeans #Lyrics ------ Lyrics: Flo Rida - Low ft. T-Pain [Apple Bottom Jeans] [Intro: T-Pain, Flo Rida] Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em let it rain Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Let me talk to 'em come on [Chorus: T-Pain] Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur) The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), 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 1: Flo Rida] 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 I think I see 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 mo' Cash ain't no 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 was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), 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 guap and they ready for shones Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan One stack c'mon, two stacks c'mon Three stacks c'mon, 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 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 [Chorus: T-Pain] Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur) The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), 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 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 bent that back Got her them paper stacks Tattoo above her crack I had to handle that I was on it, sexy woman Let me showin' and made me want it Two in the mornin', I'm zonin' And them Rosay bottles foamin' She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shawty did that pop and lock Had to break her off that guap Gal was fly just like my Glock [Chorus: T-Pain] Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur) The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), 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 (Come on) -------- |
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