Letra da Música: Apple Bottom Jeans - T-Pain

She had them Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
Boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club 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 smack (Ayy)
She hit the floor (She hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low

I ain't never seen
Nuthin that'll make me go
This crazy all night
Spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe
And a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes
They stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute
Do i see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty 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
Imma say
Tthat I prefer
Them 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 goes

She had them

Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
Boots with the fur (With the fur)
Got the whole club 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 smack (Ay)
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 full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs
For the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks
That'll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks
(Come on
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 ova
That Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover
I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me
I was just like a clover
Shorty 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 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 smack (Ay)
She hit the floor (She hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bit that rag
Got her them paper stacks
Tattoo Above her crack
I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman
Let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin
In them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
Boots with the fur (With the fur)
Got the whole club 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 smack (Ay)
She hit the floor (She hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low