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Low Testo
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(feat. T-Pain)
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[Intro - T-Pain]
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Mmmmmmmm
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Let me talk to 'em
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Let me talk to 'em
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Mmmmmmm
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Let me talk to 'em
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C'mon!
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[Chorus (T-Pain):]
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Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
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Boots with the fur (with the fur)
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The whole club was looking at her
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She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
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Next thing you know
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Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
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Them baggy sweat pants
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And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
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She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
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She hits the floor (she hits the floor)
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Next thing you know
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Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
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[Flo-Rida]
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I ain't never seen something that'll make me go
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This crazy all night spending my doe
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Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go
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Them birthday cakes they stole the show
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So se*ual
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She was flexible professional
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Drinking nexenol
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Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa
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Did her thing seen shawty get low
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Ain't the same when it's up that close
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Make it rain I'm making it snow
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Work the pole I gotta bang bro
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I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes
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I'm in to that I love women exposed
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She threw it back at me I gave her mo
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Cash ain't a problem I know where it go
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[Chorus (T-Pain)]
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[Flo-Rida]
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Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home
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My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing
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Cadillacs laid back for the se*y grown
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Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
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One stack (come on), two stacks (come on), three stacks (come on)
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Now that's three grand
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What you think I'm playing baby girl I'm the man
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I'm dealing rubberbands
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That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders
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I knew it was over
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That heny and Cola got me like a soldier
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She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
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So lucky on me I was just like clover
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Shawty was hot like a toaster
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Sorry but I had to fold her
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Like a pornography poster
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She showed her
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[Chorus (T-Pain)]
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[Flo-Rida]
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Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money
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Little mama took my cash
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And I ain't want it back
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The way she bent that back
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Got all them paper stacks
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Tattoo above her crack
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I had to handle that
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I was zoned in se*y woman
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Let me show it make me want it
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Two in the morning I'm zoned in
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Them rosee bottles foaming
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She wouldn't stop
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Made it drop
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Shawty dipped that pop and lock
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Had to break her off that guap
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Gal fire just like my glock
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[Chorus (T-Pain)]
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