Low Songtext
von Netta

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil′ V-I
Run it down on the low key
That's not the song, you know it

Shawty got ′em Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club's lookin' at her
She hit the flo′ (She hit the flo′), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low (Low-low-low-low-low-low-low)
Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Yeah)
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo′), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low


Ain't nevеr seen nothin′ like this before
This crazy all night, spеndin' my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, so flexible
Professional, drinkin′ X and O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, woah
Did I think I see shawty get low?
Ain't the same when it up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin′ it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
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 mo′
Cash ain't no problem, I know where it goes
She got 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
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low (Low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low)
Baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big, b—big booty a smack on the pole
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low


Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones
Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan
Patron on the rocks that′ll make you moan
One stack, c′mon, two stacks, c'mon
Three stacks, c′mon, now that's three grand
What, you think I′m playin', baby girl?
I′m the man, I'll bend the 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 Rover
I couldn′t control her
So lucky for me, I was just like a clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry, but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster, she showed her

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), the 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
Shawty got boom drop, chopity got love drop, chopity got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Got them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big, big, big booty a smack
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo′), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low