Low (feat. T-Pain) [from Step Up 2 The Streets O.S.T. _ Mail On Sunday] (Official Video) — Flo Rida | караоке, мінус + текст пісні

Let me talk to 'em. Let me talk to 'em. Let it ring. 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 floor. She hit the floor. Next thing you know, shawty got low and low and low and low and low and low and low and 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. Ay. She hit the floor. She hit the floor. Next thing you know, shorty got low and low and low and low and low and low and low and low. Low. I ain't never seen nothin that'll make me go this crazy, I'm like spitamadour. Had a million-dollar vibe and a body 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 shorty 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'mma 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- 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, shorty got low and low and low and low and low and low and low and low. Low. Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok with the straps. With the straps. She turned around and gave that big booty a smack. Ay. She hit the floor. She hit the floor. Next thing you know, shorty got low and low and low and low and low and low and low and low. Low. Shorty, what I gotta do to get you home? My dreams full of guap and they ready for shones. Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan. Quick draw 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 playin'? Baby girl, I'm the man, I invented rubber bands. That's what I throwed 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 on 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. 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, shorty got low and low and low and low and low and low and low and 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. Ay. She hit the floor. She hit the floor. Next thing you know, shorty got low and low and low and low and low and low and low and low. Low. 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 all them paper stacks. Tattoo above her crack. I had to handle that. I was only 6U on it. Get me shone and made me want it. Two in the morning, I'm zoning. Them rosé bottles foaming. She wouldn't stop. Made it drop. Shorty did that pop and lock. Had to break her off that guap. That was fire just like my Glock. 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, shorty got low and low and low and low and low and low and low and 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. Ay. She hit the floor. She hit the floor. Next thing you know, shorty got low and low and low and low and low and low and low and low. Low. Come on.