Shawty had Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans) Boots the fur (with the fur) The whole was lookin' at her She hit the (she hit the floor) thing you know got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants and the with the straps (the straps) She turned and gave that big booty a smack (a smack) She hit the thing you know got low low low low low low low low
I ain't never seen nothin' make me go, this crazy, all night spendin' my dough Had a dollar vibe and a bottle to go Dem birthday cakes, they the show So sexual, she was Professional, X and O Hold up wait a minute, do I see I think I whoa Did I I seen shawty get low Ain't the same it's up that close Make it rain, I'm makin' it Work the pole, I got the bank I'ma say that I prefer no clothes I'm that, I love women exposed She threw it at me, I gave her more Cash a problem, I know where it goes
Shawty had Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans) Boots the fur (with the fur) The whole was lookin' at her She hit the (she hit the floor) thing you know got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok's with the (the straps) She turned around and gave big booty a smack (a smack) She hit the Next you know got low low low low low low low low
Hey Shawty what I do to get you home My jeans full of gwap and they ready for Cadillacs Maybachs for the grown Patrone on the rocks that'll make you One (come on) Two (come on) Three stacks (come on, now that's grand) you think I'm playin' baby girl I'm the man, I'll ain't dealin' bands That's what I her, her legs on my shoulder I knew it was ova, that henny and Cola got me like a She ready for Rover, I couldn't her So lucky oh me, I was just a clover was hot like a toaster Sorry but I had to her, like a pornography poster she showed her
Shawty had them Apple Jeans (jeans) Boots the fur (with the fur) The whole club was at her She hit the (she hit the floor) thing you know got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants and the with the straps (the straps) She around and gave that big booty a smack (a smack) She hit the Next thing you got low low low low low low low low
Whoa Yea she was the money Lil mama took my cash, and I ain't it back The way she bit that rag, got her them paper Tattoo above her crack, I had to that I was on it, sexy woman, let me be want it two in the mornin' I'm zonin' in them rosay foamin' She wouldn't stop, it drop shawty did that pop and lock, had to break her off gwap Gal was fly like my glock
had them Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans) Boots the fur (with the fur) The club was lookin' at her She hit the (she hit the floor) Next thing you got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok's with the (the straps) She turned around and gave big booty a smack (a smack) She hit the thing you know got low low low low low low low low