- Song Name: Low
- Artist Name: Flo Rida
- Album: Mail on Sunday
- Songwriters: Faheem Najm, M Humphrey, T. Dillard
- Release Date: 2008.03.18
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Low Music Video
LYRICS FOR "Low"
Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans
Boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo'
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo'
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low
I ain't never seen nuthin' that'll make me go
This crazy all night spendin' my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes
So sexual
Professional
Hold up wait a minute
Did I think I seen shorty get low?
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain
Work the pole
I'mma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that
She threw it back at me
Cash ain't a problem
She had them Apple Bottom jeans
Boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo'
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo'
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low
Hey
My jeans full of guap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack
Two stacks
Three stacks
What you think
I'm the man
That's what I told her
I knew it was over
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover
So lucky on me
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
Apple Bottom jeans
Boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo'
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo'
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low
Whoa
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bit that rag
Got her them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was on it
Make me want it two in the mornin'
I'm zonin' and them rosay bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop
Shorty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gyal was fly just like my glock
Apple Bottom jeans
Boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo'
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo'
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low
C'mon
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