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Let me talk to
Let me talk to
Mmmmmmm
Let me talk to
C'mon!


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 u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeey)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low


I aint never seen somethin thatll make me go
This crazy all night spending mah doe
Had the million dolla vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual
She was flexible professional
Drinkin nexenol
Hold up do i see what i think i whoa
Did her thing seen shawty get low
Aint the same when its up that close
Make it rain im makin it snow
Work the pole i gotta bang bro
Ima say that i perfer the no clothes
Im in to that i love women exposed
She threw it back at me i gave her mo
Cash aint a problem i kno where it go


She 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 u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeeey)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low


Hey shawty what i gotta do to get u home
My jeans filled with guap and they ready for showin
Cadillacs layed back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks thatll make u moan
1 stack (come on) 2 stacks (come on) 3 stacks (come on)
Now thats 3 grand
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What u think im playin baby girl im the man
I'm dealin rubberbands
Thats when i threw her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That heny and cola got me like a soldier
She ready for rover, i couldnt control her
So lucky on me i was just like clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but i had to fold
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 u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeeey)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low


Whoooooa shawty yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash
And i aint want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tatoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
In the mornin im zoned in
Them rosee bottles foamin
She wouldnt stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal fire 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 u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboxs with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (heeeey)
She hit the flo (she hit the flo)
Next thing u kno
Shawty got low low low low low low low low


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Writer(s): Juaquin Malphurs, Faheem Rasheed Najm, Korey Roberson, Breyan Stanley Isaac, Montay Humphrey, Tramar Dillard, Howard Simmons
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