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Текст: T PAIN. Get Low.

[CHORUS]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

Da whole club was lookin' at her

She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.

A bag of sweaty pants and reeboks with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big bootay a smack (eyy!)

She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[VERSE 1]
I ain't neva seen nothing that'll make me go,

This crazy all nights feelin ma 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

[CHORUS]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

Da whole club was lookin' at her

She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.

A bag of sweaty pants and reeboks with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big bootay a smack (eyy!)

She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

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

Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One step (come on)

Two steps (come on)

Three steps, 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

[CHORUS]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

Da whole club was lookin' at her

She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.

A bag of sweaty pants and reeboks with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big bootay a smack (eyy!)

She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[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

it was fly just like my clock

[CHORUS]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

Da whole club was lookin' at her

She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.

A bag of sweaty pants and reeboks with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big bootay a smack (eyy!)

She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[ENDING]
A bag of sweaty pants and reeboks with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big bootay a smack (eyy!)

She hit da floor, next time you know, shwaty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

C'mon