Low (Remix)

[Intro: Pitbull, T-Pain & (Flo Rida)] No I had to remix this thang right here Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Flo Rida congrats boy, you got yourself one, ha ha! (Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em) Turn them groundhogs, always showing love Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm We clash, what it is, what it ain't (Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em) Come on, Let's Go! [Hook: T-Pain & Pitbull] Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans) Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the floor (she hit the floor) Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps (the straps) She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (a smack) She hit the floor Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low (Ha-ha-ha wooooooooooo!) [Verse 1: Pitbull] Stop drop roll, open the doors and baby light my fire Watch how I carry this thing like Mariah Trying to make loo like an LA riot Stick it for the ice in the cream like Breyers All messed up like Micheal Myers I'm tryna multiply wha, you all dividing Call it Ice Cube, get it hit it on a Friday (Ya'll get knocked the fuck out) When Pit go all out I play broke, while your broke ass ball out Me I'm Diddy, Jay Z and Stee stay a little bit a bigge gimme the loo and I beat out What's your thing boy, forget a debate boy They're filling me like Obama and Hilary So pick up pick up your artillery before You get cut up like umbilical cord, let's go [Hook: T-Pain] Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans Boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got 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 (ayy!!) She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low [Verse 2: Flo Rida] I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go This crazy all night spendin' my dough Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go Them birthday cakes they stole the show So sexual, she was flexable Professional, drinkin' X and oh Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa Did I think I see shawty 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 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 had them— [Hook: T-Pain] Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got 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 (ayy!!) She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low [Verse 3: Flo Rida] 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 grown 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 solider, she ready for Rover I couldn't control her So lucky oh 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— [Hook: T-Pain] Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fur (with the fur) The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got 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 (ayy!!) She hit the flo' (she hit the flo'!), next thang you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low