Chords for Flo Rida feat. T-Pain - Low | Lyrics

_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ Let me talk to her.
Let me [Eb] talk to her.
[Bb] Let it rain.
_ Let me talk to her.
[Eb] Come on.
Let me have a little quarantine.
[F] _ [Ebm] _ The whole club was looking at [Eb] her.
She hit the floor.
Next thing you know, she's got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.
A bag of sweatpants and a rebar [Ebm] stripped to stride.
She turn around and then I think, booty, a smack.
She hit the floor.
Make me a no, so I got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, [Eb] low
I ain't never seen none that'll make me go
This [Ebm] crazy young laxative of a dog
Had a million dollar vibe in her [F] body to go
Come look, they cakes, they [Eb] stole the show
So sexual, she was sexable
[Ebm] Professional, drinking Hustle-No
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I [Eb] think I was?
Did a thing, I been sure to get low
[Ebm] Ain't the same when it's that close
Make it rain, I'm making it snow
Look the pole, I got the bankroll
I'mma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
[C] He threw it back at me, I gave a move
[Eb] Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes
She had them apples by them jeans
[Ebm] Looked super, _ [Eb] looking at her
She hits the floor, next thing you know
So I got low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Come back and said, hands in the rebar
[Ebm] Took a stride, she turned around
And [Abm] made that big booty a slide
[Eb] She hits the floor, next [Ebm] thing you know
So I got low, low, low, [Eb] low, low, low, low
Hey, what I gotta do to get you home?
My [Ebm] jeans full of guap and they ready for shows
Got a Lex May box for the [F] sexy grown
Put tone on the rocks, better make you moan
One set, come on, two sets, come on, three sets, come on
Now that's three grand, what you [Eb] think?
I'm playing baby girl, I'm the man, I did [Ebm] it rubber
That's what I throw to her, legs on my shoulder
I [Eb] knew it was over, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a soldier, she ready for over
I couldn't control her, so lucky on 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 pie and jeans, boots [Ebm] with the fur
The whole club was looking at her
She [B] hits the floor, next [Bbm] thing you know
So I got low, low, low, low, low, low, [Ebm] low
Come back and said, hands [F] in the rebar
[Ebm] Took a stride, she turned around
And I think, who do you smell?
She hits the floor, next thing you know
So I got low, low, low, low, low, low
Woo, got it, yeah, [Bb] she was worth the [Ebm] money
Mama took my cash, and [Eb] I ain't want it back
The [Eb] way she bent that back, got her them paper stacks
Tattooed above her crack, I had to handle that
I was on it, sexy woman, get me shone
She was a niggie, wanted, woo, in the morning
I'm zoning, them rose bottles for me
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that quad
Yeah, I was fine just like McGlyde
Apple pie and jeans, boots [Ebm] with the fur
The whole club was looking at [Eb] her
She hits the floor, next [Ebm] thing you know
So I got low, low, low, low, low, low
[Eb] Them baggy sweatpants and the Reeboks [Ebm] with the straps
Turned her around, big booty [Eb] and slaps
She hits the floor, next [Ebm] thing you know
So I got low, low, low, low,