Shorty Got Low Lyrics

Ummmmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em
Ummmmm
Let me talk to 'em
Let me talk to 'em

Shorty 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
Shorty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reebox 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 you know
Shorty got low low low low low low low low

I ain't never seen nothin that'll make me go
This crazy all night spendin' my dough
Had the million dolla vibe and a body to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So s__ual, she was flexible
Professional, takin' X and O
Hold up wait a minute do I see what I think I whoa
Did her think I seen shorty 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
Im'a say that I prefer the no clothes
I'm in to that I love women exposed
She threw it back at me I gave her mo'
Cash ain't a problem I know 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 you know
Shorty got low low low low low low low low
Them baggy sweat pants
And the reebox 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 you know
Shorty got low low low low low low low low

(Hey) Shorty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and they ready fo' sho'
Cadillacs, Maybachs for the s__y grown
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack (come on) 2 stacks (come on) 3 stacks (come on)
Now thats 3 grand
What you think I'm playin' baby girl I'm the man
I invented rubberbands
That's when I told her, her legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That henne' 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 p___ography poster
She showed her...

Whoooa (shorty) yea 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 zonin' s__y woman
Let me show it make me want it
2 in the mornin' I'm zoned in
Them rosie bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop
Made it drop
Shorty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Yeah that was fly just like my glock