Letra de Low (con t- pain remix)

Chorus:
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [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
Them baggy sweat pants
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

[Verse 1:]
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, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty 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 bank roll
Imma 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 goes

She had them

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[Verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown

[Low lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

Patrone 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 playin baby girl
I´m the man, I´ll bend the rubber bands

That´s what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn´t control her
So lucky oo 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

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[Verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
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, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I´m zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn´t stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

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C´mon