Verse 1
Ebm
(Uh- huh) (turn it up)
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Let it rain
Mmm
Let me talk to 'em
Come on
Verse 2
Ebm
Shawty had them Apple
Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was 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 sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps
(with the straps)
She turned around and gave that
big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low,
low, low, low, low
Verse 3
Ebm
Hey, 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 seen 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 more
Cash ain't a problem,
I know where it goes
Verse 4
Ebm
She had them Apple Bottom
jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was 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 sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps
(with the straps)
She turned around and gave that
big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low,
low, low, low, low, low
Verse 5
Ebm
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, 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 invented 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
Verse 6
She showed her
Ebm
Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was 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 sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps
(with the straps)
She turned around and gave that
big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low,
low, low, low, low, low
Verse 7
Ebm
Whoa shawty, yeah, she
Bb
was worth the money
Ebm
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 shownin'
Make me want it, two in the mornin'
I'm zonin' and them
rose bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shawty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that gwap
Gal was fly just like my Glock
Verse 8
Ebm
Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was 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 sweatpants
And the Reeboks with the straps
(with the straps)
She turned around and gave that
big booty a slap (ayy)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low,
low, low, low, low, low
Come on
Get Low
Flo Rida, T‐Pain
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