Low Designer Disguise

[Chorus]
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 Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy)
She hit the floor (Shit hit the floor)
Next thing you know, shawty got low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low

[Verse]
Ayy, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans filled with guap and they ready for shones
Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks, that'll make you moan
One stack c'mon, two stacks c'mon, three stacks c'mon (Now that's three grand)
What you think I'm playin'? Baby girl, I'm the man
I invented rubber bands
That's when I told hеr, her legs on my shoulders
I knеw it was over
That Henny and Cola got me like a soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky, oh me, I was just like a clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry, but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster, she showed her-