Low Songtext
von The Hit Crew

Uh huh, check it out
Let me talk to ′em, let me talk to 'em
Let ′em ride
Let me talk to 'em, come on

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 (hey)
She hit the flo' (she hit the flo′)
Next thing you know, shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low


I ain't never seen nothin′ that'll make me go
This crazy all night, spendin′ 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, drinkin' 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 makin' it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
I′ma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her mo′
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

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 (hey)
She hit the flo′ (she hit the flo′)
Next thing you know, shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low


Shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones
Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groans
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack, c′mon, two stacks, c'mon
Three stacks, c′mon, now that's three grand
What you think, I′m playin'?
Baby girl, I'm the man, I′ll bend a rubber band
That′s what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was over, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a soldier, she ready for Rover
I couldn't control her, so lucky to 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

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 (hey)
She hit the flo' (she hit the flo′)
Next thing you know, shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Shawty, yeah, she was worth that money
Lil' mama took my cash and I am wanted bad
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 show 'em
Maybe want it, two in the mornin′
I′m zonin' in them Rosé bottles, foamin′
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shawty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
God was fly just like my block

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 (hey)
She hit the flo' (she hit the flo')
Next thing you know, shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low