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APPLE BOTTOM JEANS!!!

Mm-mm-mm-mm Let me talk to 'em Let me talk to 'em Let it rain, mm-mm-mm Let me talk to 'em C'mon 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 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 know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Hey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go This crazy all night, spending my dough Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go Them birthday cakes, they stole the show So sexual She was flexible, professional Drinkin' X and O Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I-, whoa Did her thing, I seen 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 bankroll I'ma say that I prefer the no clothes I'm into that, I love women exposed She threw it back at me, I gave her more 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 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 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 know Shawty 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 shones Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy grown Patron on the rocks that'll make your 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 invented rubber bands That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulders 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, 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 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 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 know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low Whoa, shawty, yeah 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 on it, sexy woman Let me showin', and make me want it Two in the morning, I'm zoned in Them Rosay bottles foaming She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shawty did that pop and lock Had to break her off that guap Gal was fly just like my Glock 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 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 know Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low (c'mon)Show less