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Mmm, let me talk to 'em
Mmm, let me talk to 'em
Mmm, let me talk to 'em
Mmm, let me talk to 'em (mmm, mmm, mmm)
Mmm, let me talk to 'em
Mmm, let me talk to 'em

All in the club never lean or drop
She on the dance floor, pussy pop (bitch)
I rock with my cock out
Just roll with my talent
Bet y'all boy dem do the PA parenthesis
I'm truth, Patron and apple juice
The best combination
I ain't Young Jeezy but I'm thug motivated
Booty cut shorts, gripping the wall, I wanna do one
Have grown up fun
So get low, low
Give me treatment then blow, blow
Scream my name, lose control
Apple Bottoms, 7 Jeans
Winter time she rock this, no boots
I'm on the remix bitch I stay in the booth
The gas (?) Never smoke that hookah
Going slow motion with the hyphy potion

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Girls on girl but I sex, no dyke shit
In the dj booth, spinnin' on my nice dick (spin)
Make it rain, matter fact make it flood
Not confusing, rhino nation (grimy)
(?) Perm out
Low cut shirt, bend over ass out
Low at functions, life of the party
I'm tryna hurt somethin'
When she walk, I'm weak
Tryna move somethin'
Shake your hair, meet a friend
That's when I say, "I'm Burger King, have it your way"
Chi-town, R-Kells
Pull up to our party from Miami to The Bay
When I'm done, too straight
Me and T-Pain and Flo Ride gon' rock the west
You should know by now? We best (Cali)
You should know by now? We best, yes

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

3 AM last call for drinks
I learned from an OG, all pussy pink
Me, I'm single Friday or Saturday your prince
Gon' meet yo' bitch
I'm a millionaire, trillionaire
But in California I'm a wild bear
I got my grand monkey jeans
And my runners on my feet
Sacks to peel, rock that body
In the club by 10, 'lil mami you're tardy
Wanna play cops and robbers? Mami you naughty
Yum yum out, yum yum bad
She want this dick, nice dick in her ass (big booty)
Next episode, 2008
Mami in love, she got the apple bottom jeans
Got the Filas with the straps out straight
Remove my team
Body got tapped just macking ass tracks

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking 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 Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
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Mmm, let me talk to 'em
Mmm, let me talk to 'em
Mmm, let me talk to 'em
Mmm, let me talk to 'em (mmm, mmm, mmm)
Mmm, let me talk to 'em
Mmm, let me talk to 'em

All in the club never lean or drop
She on the dance floor, pussy pop (bitch)
I rock with my cock out
Just roll with my talent
Bet y'all boy dem do the PA parenthesis
I'm truth, Patron and apple juice
The best combination
I ain't Young Jeezy but I'm thug motivated
Booty cut shorts, gripping the wall, I wanna do one
Have grown up fun
So get low, low
Give me treatment then blow, blow
Scream my name, lose control
Apple Bottoms, 7 Jeans
Winter time she rock this, no boots
I'm on the remix bitch I stay in the booth
The gas (?) Never smoke that hookah
Going slow motion with the hyphy potion

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Girls on girl but I sex, no dyke shit
In the dj booth, spinnin' on my nice dick (spin)
Make it rain, matter fact make it flood
Not confusing, rhino nation (grimy)
(?) Perm out
Low cut shirt, bend over ass out
Low at functions, life of the party
I'm tryna hurt somethin'
When she walk, I'm weak
Tryna move somethin'
Shake your hair, meet a friend
That's when I say, "I'm Burger King, have it your way"
Chi-town, R-Kells
Pull up to our party from Miami to The Bay
When I'm done, too straight
Me and T-Pain and Flo Ride gon' rock the west
You should know by now? We best (Cali)
You should know by now? We best, yes

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

3 AM last call for drinks
I learned from an OG, all pussy pink
Me, I'm single Friday or Saturday your prince
Gon' meet yo' bitch
I'm a millionaire, trillionaire
But in California I'm a wild bear
I got my grand monkey jeans
And my runners on my feet
Sacks to peel, rock that body
In the club by 10, 'lil mami you're tardy
Wanna play cops and robbers? Mami you naughty
Yum yum out, yum yum bad
She want this dick, nice dick in her ass (big booty)
Next episode, 2008
Mami in love, she got the apple bottom jeans
Got the Filas with the straps out straight
Remove my team
Body got tapped just macking ass tracks

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking 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 Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)
She hit the floor (she hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
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Writer: Montay Desmond Humphrey, Korey Roberson, Howard Simmons, Tramar Lacel Dillard, Faheem Rasheed Najm
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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