Low (Remix) Flo Rida (Ft. Pitbull & T-Pain)

[Intro: Pitbull, T-Pain & (Flo Rida)]
No I had to remix this thang right here
Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Flo Rida congrats boy, you got yourself one, ha ha! (Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em)
Turn them groundhogs, always showing love
Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
We clash, what it is, what it ain't (Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em)
Come on, Let's Go!

[Hook: T-Pain & Pitbull]
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans (jeans)
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was lookin' 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 (the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (a smack)
She hit the floor
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low (Ha-ha-ha wooooooooooo!)

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Stop drop roll, open the doors and baby light my fire
Watch how I carry this thing like Mariah
Trying to make loo like an LA riot
Stick it for the ice in the cream like Breyers
All messed up like Micheal Myers
I'm tryna multiply wha, you all dividing
Call it Ice Cube, get it hit it on a Friday
Y'all get knocked the fuck out when Pit go all out
I play broke, while your broke ass ball out
Me I'm Diddy, Jay Z and Stee stay a little bit a bigge gimme the loo and I beat out
What's your thing boy, forget a debate boy
They're filling me like Obama and Hilary
So pick up pick up your artillery before
You get cut up like umbilical cord, let's go