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    Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
    Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em
    Let it ring
    Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
    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 sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
    She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)
    She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
    Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

    Hey, 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 see 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 no problem, I know where it goes
    She had them

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    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 sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
    She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)
    She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
    Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

    Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?
    My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones
    Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan
    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 invented rubber bands
    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 oh 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

    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 sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
    She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)
    She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
    Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

    Whoa, shawty
    Yeah, she was worth the money
    Lil' mama 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' and made me want it
    Two in the mornin', I'm zonin' and them Ros bottles foamin'
    She wouldn't stop, made it drop
    Shawty did that pop and lock
    Had to break her off that guap
    Gal was fly just like my Glock

    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 sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
    She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy!)
    She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
    Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low (Come on)

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    Composition: T-Pain, Howard Simmons, DJ Montay, Korey Roberson, and Flo Rida

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