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Low-5

ProTracks Karaoke1 Feb 2010

Low-5 Lyrics

 

Low-5(In the Style of Flo Rida Feat. T-Pain (Karaoke Version with Backup Vocals)) - ProTracks Karaoke

Mmmmmmmm

 

Let me talk to 'em

Let me talk to 'em

 

Mmmmmmm

 

Let me talk to 'em

C'mon

 

(jeans)

 

(with the fur)

 

(she hit the floor)

 

Low low low low low low low

 

(with the straps)

 

(hey)

 

(she hit the floor)

 

Low low low low low low low

 

I ain't never seen something that'll make me go

This crazy all night spending my doe

Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go

Them birthday cakes they stole the show

So sexual

She was flexible professional

Drinking X&O

Hold up wait a minute do I see what I think Whoa

Did her thing seen shawty get low

Ain't the same when it's up that close

Make it rain I'm making it snow

Work the pole I gotta bank roll

I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes

I'm in to that I love women exposed

She threw it back at me I gave her mo

Cash ain't a problem I know where it go

(with the straps)

 

(jeans)

 

With the fur

 

(she hit the floor)

 

Low low low low low low low low

 

With the staps

 

(hey)

 

(she hit the floor)

 

Low low low low low low low

 

Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home

My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing

Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown

Patron 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 playing baby girl I'm the man

I'm dealing rubber bands

That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders

I knew it was over

That heny and Cola got me like a soldier

She ready for Rover I couldn't control her

So lucky on me I was just like clover

 

Shawty was hot like a toaster

 

Sorry but I had to fold her

 

Like a pornography poster

 

She showed her

 

(jeans)

 

With the fur

 

(she hit the floor)

 

Low low low low low low low low

 

(with the straps)

 

(hey)

 

(she hit the floor)

 

Low low low low low low low

 

Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money

 

Little 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 zoned in sexy woman

Let me show it make me want it

Two in the morning I'm zoned in

Them rosee bottles foaming

She wouldn't stop

 

Made it drop

Shawty dipped that pop and lock

Had to break her off that guap

Gal was fine just like my glock

 

(jeans)

 

With the fur

 

(she hit the floor)

 

Low low low low low low low low

 

(with the straps)

 

(hey)

 

(she hit the floor)

 

 

Low low low low low low low