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Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em
Let it ring
Let me talk to 'em
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans 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
Baggy sweatpants 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
Baggy sweatpants 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
I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go
Go this crazy all night, spend my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and I bought the glow
Them birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, too respectable
Professional, drinkin' X and O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, oh
Wait, 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
With 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 mo'
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans 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
Baggy sweatpants 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
Shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones
Stilettos, meat buns, but the sexy groan
Punch out on the rocks, but I'm makin' mo'
One sec, come on, two secs, come on
Three secs, come on, that's three grand
What you think I'm playin'?
Baby girl, I'm the man, I'll bend her upper bands
That's what I told her, her leg on my shoulder
I knew it was over, the Henny and Cola
Got me like a soldier, she ready for war
But 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 po-po-po-poster, she showed her
Apple Bottom jeans 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
Baggy sweatpants 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
Oh, shawty
Yeah, she was worth the money
Lil' mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she fit that back
Got her them papers stacked
Tattoo above her, I had to handle that
I was on it, sexy woman, let me showin' it
Baby, want it, two in the mornin'
I'm zonin' in the Rosé, bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shawty hit that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Diamonds fly just like my
Apple Bottom jeans 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
Baggy sweatpants 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



Авторы: Tor Erik Hermansen, Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Johnta Austin, Espen Lind, Amund Ivarsson Bjoerklund Copyright: Naked Under My Clothes Music, Chrysalis Music, Hipgnosis Songs Fund Limited, Sony/atv Music Publishing (uk) Limited, My Own Chit Publishing, Hipgnosis Side A


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