Verse 1
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Let me talk to you, let me talk to you
Let it rain, let me talk to you, come on
Shawty had that loofah poppin' jeans
Loose 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
Them baggy slacks, pants,
and the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around
and gave that big booty a slap
She hit the floor, she hit the floor
Next thing you know,
Shawty got low, low, low,
low, low, low, low
Hey, ain't never seen nothin'
that'll make me go
This crazy all night spinnin' my door
Had a million dollar vibe
in her body to go
Them birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin' Xanol
Hold up, wait a minute,
do I see what I think I want?
Yeah, the things I seen,
sure they 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 bankroll
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
Apple bottom jeans,
boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
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 strap
Turn around and gave that big booty a slap
She hit the floor, next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low
Ayy, shorty,
what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap
and they ready for shows
Got a Lex Maybach for the sexy grown
Put tone on the rocks that'll
make you moan
One step, come on
Two steps, come on
Three steps, come on
Now that's three grand, what you think?
I'm playin', baby girl, I'm the man,
I did a rubber dance
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 over
I couldn't control her, so lucky on 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 Apple 5s jeans
Lucas with the fur
The whole club was looking at her
She hit the floor
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low,
low, low, low, low
Them baggy sweatpants
and the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around
and gave that big booty a slap
She hit the floor
Next thing you know, Shawna got low, low,
low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Bb
Shawty, yeah, she was worth the money
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The momma took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got her them paper stacks
Tattooed above her crack
I had to handle that I was on it,
sexy woman
Get me showin', make me want it
Two in the mornin', I'm zonin'
And them rosé bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop,
Jorda did that poppin' lock
Had to break her off that quad, yeah
I was fired just like McGlyde
I'm up a five and ten, loose with the firm
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the floor, last thing you know
Jorda got low, low, low, low, low, low
Them baggin' sweatpants
and the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around
and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the floor, hit the floor
Next thing you know, she done got low,
low, low, low, low, low, low
Come on
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Flo Rida, Pitbull
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