[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.
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