paroles de chanson Low - Flo Rida
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Let
me
talk
to
'em
Let
me
talk
to
'em
Let
it
rain,
mm-mm-mm
Let
me
talk
to
'em
C'mon
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
sweat
pants
and
the
Reeboks
with
the
straps
(with
the
straps)
She
turned
around
and
gave
that
big
booty
a
slap
(hey)
She
hit
the
floor
(she
hit
the
floor)
Next
thing
you
know
Shawty
got
low,
low,
low,
low,
low,
low,
low,
low
Hey,
I
ain't
never
seen
nothin'
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
Drinkin'
X
and
O
Hold
up
wait
a
minute,
do
I
see
what
I
think
I-,
whoa
Did
her
thing,
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
bankroll
I'ma
say
that
I
prefer
the
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
(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
sweat
pants
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
Hey,
shawty,
what
I
gotta
do
to
get
you
home?
My
jeans
filled
with
guap
and
they
ready
for
shones
Cadillacs,
Maybachs
for
the
sexy
grown
Patron
on
the
rocks
that'll
make
your
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
invented
rubber
bands
That's
what
I
told
her,
her
legs
on
my
shoulders
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
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
sweat
pants
and
the
Reeboks
with
the
straps
(with
the
straps)
She
turned
around
and
gave
that
big
booty
a
slap
(hey)
She
hit
the
floor
(she
hit
the
floor)
Next
thing
you
know
Shawty
got
low,
low,
low,
low,
low,
low,
low,
low
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
all
them
paper
stacks
Tattoo
above
her
crack
I
had
to
handle
that
I
was
on
it,
sexy
woman
Let
me
showin',
and
make
me
want
it
Two
in
the
morning,
I'm
zoned
in
Them
Rosay
bottles
foaming
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
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
sweat
pants
and
the
Reeboks
with
the
straps
(with
the
straps)
She
turned
around
and
gave
that
big
booty
a
slap
(hey)
She
hit
the
floor
(she
hit
the
floor)
Next
thing
you
know
Shawty
got
low,
low,
low,
low,
low,
low,
low,
low
(c'mon)
1 American Superstar
2 Low (Freedombunch Mix)
3 Fast Life
4 Make a Wish
5 Gotta Eat
6 Birthday
7 Money Right
8 Freaky Deaky
9 Don't Know How to Act
10 All My Life
11 Me & U
12 In the Ayer
13 Still Missin'
14 Ms. Hangover
15 Priceless
16 Ack Like You Know
17 Low
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