LETRA Y VIDEO OFICIAL DE ‘LOW’ DE FLOW RIDA & T-PAIN

[Intro – T-Pain]

Mmmmmmmm

Let me talk to ‘em

Let me talk to ‘em

Let it rain

Mmmmmmm

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 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

[Flo-Rida]

I ain’t never seen nothing that’ll make me go

This crazy all night spending my dough

Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go

Them birthday cakes they stole the show

So sexual

She was flexible professional

Drinking X&O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa

Did her thing. I seen shawty 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’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

[Chorus (T-Pain)]

[Flo-Rida]

Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home

My jeans filled with guap and they’re ready for showing

Cadillacs laid back 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’m dealing 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 on 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)]

[Flo-Rida]

Whoa, shawty, yeah, she was worth the money

Little 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 zoned in

Them Rosé bottles foaming

She wouldn’t stop

Made it drop

Shawty dipped that pop and lock

Had to break her off that guap

Gal was fine just like my glock

[Chorus (T-Pain)]