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[Intro - T-Pain]
Mmmmmmmm
Let me talk to em
Let me talk to em
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 flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeey)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Verse 1
[Flo-Rida]
I aint never seen something that’ll make me go
This crazy all night spending mah doe
Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual
She was flexible professional
Drinking nexenol
Hold up do I see what I think I whoa
Did her thing seen shawty get low?
Aint the same when it’s up that close
Make it rain I’m making it snow
Work the pole I gotta bang bro
Ima say that I prefer the no clothes
I’m in to that I love women exposed
She threw it back at me I gave her mo
Cash aint a problem I kno where it go
Chorus.
Verse 2
[Flo-Rida]
Hey shawty what I gotta do to get u home?
My jeans filled with guap and they ready for showing
Cadillac’s layed back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks that’ll make u moan
1 stack (come on) 2 stacks (come on) 3 stacks (come on)
Now that’s 3 grand
What u think I’m playing baby girl I’m the man
I'm dealing rubberbands
That’s when I threw her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That heny and cola got me like a soldier
She ready for rover, I couldn’t control her
So lucky on me I was just like clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold
Like a pornography poster
She showed her
Chorus.
Verse 3
[Flo-Rida]
Whoooooa shawty yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash
And I aint 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 zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
In the morning I’m zoned in
Them rosee bottles foaming
She wouldn’t stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal fire just like my glock
Chorus.