Low (feat. T-Pain) – Flo Rida: Songtexte, Musikvideos & Konzerte

Low (feat. T-Pain)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Low (feat. T-Pain) wurde am 18. März 2008 von Poe Boy/Atlantic als Teil des Albums Mail On Sunday veröffentlicht

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SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Flo Rida

Vocals

T-Pain

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

DJ Montay

Songwriter

Dewayne Blackwell

Dewayne Blackwell

Songwriter

Earl Bud Lee

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Montay

Producer

T-Pain

Producer

Geoff Gibbs

Recording Engineer

Javon Thomas

Recording Engineer

Brian Gardner

Mastering Engineer

Fabian Marasciullo

Fabian Marasciullo

Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

[Intro]

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

Let me talk to 'em

Let me talk to 'em

Let it rain

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

Let me talk to 'em

Come on

[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 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 Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (Aye)

She hit the floor (She hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Verse 1]

Hey, I ain't never seen nothing that'll make me go

This crazy all night, spending my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go

Them birthday cakes, they stole the show

So sexual, she was flexible

Professional, drinking X and O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I—? Whoa

Did I think 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 bankroll

I must 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]

She had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans)

Boots with the fur (With the fur)

The whole club was lookin' 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 Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (Aye)

She hit the floor (She hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Verse 2]

Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?

My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones

Cadillacs, Maybach for the sexy groan

Patrón 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 invented rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder

I knew it was over, the Henny and cola

Got me like a soldier, she ready for Rover

I couldn't control her, so, lucky ol' 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]

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 Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (Aye)

She hit the floor (She hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Verse 3]

Whoa, shawty

Yeah, she was worth the money

Lil' momma took my cash

And I ain't want it back

The way she bent that back

Got her them paper stacks

Tattoo above her crack

I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman

Let me showin', make me want it

Two in the morning

I'm zoning and them rosé bottles foaming

She wouldn't stop, made it drop

Shawty did that pop-n-lock

Had to break her off that guap

Gal was fire, just like my Glock

[Chorus]

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 Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (Aye)

She hit the floor (She hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

C'mon

Written by: DJ Montay, Flo Rida, Howard Simmons, Korey Roberson, T-Pain

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