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

Let me talk to her, let me talk to her Let it rain, let me talk to her Sorta had them apple -bottom jeans Boots with the fur The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the floor, next thing you know Sorta got low, low, low, low, low, low, low Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps Tryin' to ride and get that big booty a slap She hit the floor, next thing you know Shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low I ain't never seen none that'll make me go this crazy All night, spinnin' my door, had a million -dollar vibe And I bought her the gold, them birthday cakes They stole the show, so sexual, she was flexible Professional, drinkin' Xanol Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I want? Yeah, the thing I seen shorty get low Ain't the same when it's up that close Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow Look the pole, I got the bankroll 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 more Cash ain't a problem, I know where it go She had them apple -fodden jeans Boots with the fur Lookin' at her She hit the floor Best thing you know Shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the stripes Turn around and get a big booty of slack She hit the floor, next thing you know, shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low Hey, shorty, what I gotta do to get you home? My queen's full of guap and they ready for shows Got a Lex Maybach for the sexy grown Put grown 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 playing? Baby girl, I'm the man, I'm getting 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 over awkward and controller. So lucky on me. I was just like a clover Shorty was not like a toaster. Sorry, but I had to fold her like a pornography poster. She showed her Apple -fogging jeans Roots with the fur Old Clovers looking at her She hit the floor Best thing you know Shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps Tryna turn around and get a big booty of slack She hit the floor, next thing you know, Shawnee got low, low, low, low, low, low, low Oh Shawnee, yeah she was worth the money Mama took my cash, and I ain't want it back The way she bent that back, got her them paper stacks I had to handle that I was on a sexy woman Hit me shonin' Made me want it too in the mornin' I'm zonin' Them rosé bottles foamin' She wouldn't stop Made it drop Shorty did that poppin' lock Had to break her off that quad Yeah, I was fine just like my God Uncle Bob and Jean Boots with the fur The hubba was lookin' at her She hit the floor She hit the floor Next thing you know Shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low With them baggy sweatpants And the Reeboks with the straps She turned around and gave that big booty a smack She hit the floor Next thing you know Shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Come on