Chords for Flo Rida - Low ft. T-Pain [Apple Bottom Jeans] (Lyrics)

Uh [D] huh.
Uh [Ebm] huh. _ _
Uh [N] huh. Right around.
[Eb] Uh huh.
_ Come on.
So the head left the [B] bottom team boots was with the [Eb] bird.
The whole club was looking at her.
She hit [Abm] the floor.
Next thing [Eb] you know, she's wanna got.
_ [Ebm] A bag of sweatpants
and [Ab] a Reeboks with [B] the straps.
Turned her riding dead out, big food [Eb] as trash.
She hit the floor.
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Eb]
I ain't never seen none that'll make me go this crazy, I'm like spilling [Bb] my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and I brought it [Eb] to go
Them birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinking Hicks and O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I will?
Did a thing, I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that glow
Make it rain, I'm making it snow
Look the pole, I got the big bro
I'ma say that I prefer [C] them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women, they cool
He threw it back at me, I gave a move
That [D] ain't a problem, I know [Eb] where it goes
She had them at the [B] bottom, jeans and boots with the fur
[Eb] The whole club was looking at her
She hit [Abm] the floor, next thing [B] you know, shorty got low
_ [Eb] _ [Ebm]
Them baggage, wet pants and [Eb] the Reeboks with the [B] straps
She ran around in there, that big booty [Eb] is smashed
She hit the floor, next thing you know, shorty [Ebm] got low
_ [Eb] _
Hey, what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap and they ready for show
Got a lax-lay box for the six-a-grown
Put prone on the rocks that'll make [C] you moan
One stat, come on, two stats, come on, three stats, come on
Now that's three [Bb] grand, what you think I'm playing?
Baby girl, [Eb] I'm the man, I ain't doing [B] rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I do [E] it with gold for that hittin' and cold
Look at me [Eb] like a soldier, she ready for Rover
I couldn't control her, so low [Ebm]-key on me
I was just like a clover, shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry, but I had to fold her
Like a [Eb] pornography poster, she showed her
At the [Ebm] bottom, jeans and boots with the fur
The whole club was looking at her
She hit the floor, next thing you know, shorty got low
_ _ [Ebm]
The bag of [Eb] sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps
Turned her around and did a big booty [B] a-slap
She hit [Eb] the floor, next thing you know, shorty [Ebm] got low
_ [Eb] _
Yeah, she was worth the money
Mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
When [Bb] she bent that back
Got her [Eb] them papers packed
Taxi was above her credit
I had to handle [Abm] it
I was the only sexy woman
That they shown to make me want it
Through [Eb] in the morning, I'm zoning
Them rose bottles for me
She wouldn't stop, made me [Abm] thrive
Shorty did that pop and lie
Had to break her off that [Eb] cloud
Yeah, I was fine just like McClide
At the bottom, jeans and boots with the fur
The whole club was looking at her
She hit [C] the floor, next thing you know, shorty [Eb] got low
_ The bag of sweatpants and the Reeboks with the straps
[F] Turned her around and did a big booty [Ebm] a-slap
She hit the floor, [Ab] next thing you know, shorty [Ebm] got low
[Eb] _ _