Apple Bottom Jeans Song Lyrics by Flo Rida
Mm-mm-mm-mmLet me talk to ’emLet me talk to ’emLet it rain, mm-mm-mmLet me talk to ’emC’mon
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)Boots with the fur (with the fur)The whole club was lookin’ at herShe hit the floor (she hit the floor)Next thing you knowShawty 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 slap (hey)She hit the floor (she hit the floor)Next thing you knowShawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Hey, I ain’t never seen nothin’ that’ll make me goThis crazy all night, spending my doughHad the million dollar vibe and a body to goThem birthday cakes, they stole the showSo sexualShe was flexible, professionalDrinkin’ X and OHold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I-, whoa
Did her thing, I seen shawty get lowAin’t the same when it’s up that closeMake it rain, I’m makin’ it snowWork the pole, I got the bankrollI’ma say that I prefer the no clothesI’m into that, I love women exposedShe threw it back at me, I gave her moreCash 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 herShe hit the floor (she hit the floor)Next thing you knowShawty 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 slap (ayy)She hit the floor (she hit the floor)Next thing you knowShawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?My jeans filled with guap and they ready for shonesCadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy grownPatron on the rocks that’ll make your moanOne stack c’mon, two stacks c’mon, three stacks c’monNow that’s three grandWhat you think I’m playin’? Baby-girl, I’m the manI invented rubber bands
That’s what I told her, her legs on my shouldersI knew it was overThat Henny and Cola got me like a soldierShe ready for Rover, I couldn’t control herSo lucky, oh, me, I was just like a cloverShawty was hot like a toasterSorry, but I had to fold herLike a pornography poster, she showed her
Apple bottom jeans (jeans)Boots with the fur (with the fur)The whole club was lookin’ at herShe hit the floor (she hit the floor)Next thing you knowShawty 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 slap (hey)She hit the floor (she hit the floor)Next thing you knowShawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Whoa, shawty, yeah she was worth the moneyLil’ mama took my cashAnd I ain’t want it backThe way she bent that backGot all them paper stacksTattoo above her crackI had to handle that
I was on it, sexy womanLet me showin’, and make me want itTwo in the morning, I’m zoned inThem Rosay bottles foamingShe wouldn’t stop, made it dropShawty did that pop and lockHad to break her off that guapGal was fly just like my Glock
Apple bottom jeans (jeans)Boots with the fur (with the fur)The whole club was lookin’ at herShe hit the floor (she hit the floor)Next thing you knowShawty 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 slap (hey)She hit the floor (she hit the floor)Next thing you knowShawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low (c’mon)