Low

lời bài hát low, ca sĩ Flo Rida, T-Pain, nhạc sĩ Tramar Dillard, Faheem Najm

Bài hát: Low

Nhạc sĩ: Tramar Dillard, Faheem Najm
Ca sĩ: Flo Rida, T-Pain

[Intro – T-Pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to ’em
Let me talk to ’em
Let it rain
Mmmmmmm
Let me talk to ’em
C’mon!

[Chorus (T-Pain):]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking 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 Reebok’s with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Flo-Rida]
I ain’t never seen nothing 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
Drinking X&O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa

Did her thing. I seen shawty get low
Ain’t the same when it’s up that close
Make it rain I’m making 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 go
She had them

[Chorus (T-Pain)]

[Flo-Rida]
Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and they’re ready for showing
Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown
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 playing, baby girl, I’m the man
I’m dealing 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 on 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

[Chorus (T-Pain)]

[Flo-Rida]
Whoa, shawty, yeah, she was worth the money
Little 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 show it make me want it
Two in the morning I’m zoned in
Them Rosé bottles foaming

She wouldn’t stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal was fine just like my glock

[Chorus (T-Pain)]

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