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Low (Clean Version)

Low Clean Lyrics

Low (Clean Version) is a captivating English song by 71 Digits, Flo Rida. This English composition intricately weaves delicate emotions and profound sentiments, resonating deeply with its audience. Elegance in lyrics shines brilliantly, with each verse weaving an intricate narrative that artfully explores the subtle nuances of a personal journey. This lyrical masterpiece is the unmistakable creation of Tramar Dillard, Korey Roberson, Faheem Najm, Montay Humphrey, Howard Simmons

In “Low (Clean Version),” 71 Digits, Flo Rida masterfully demonstrates artistic prowess by infusing each note with authentic emotions, effectively creating an experience that resonates with listeners from all walks of life. The song becomes a canvas through which 71 Digits, Flo Rida paints a vivid landscape of feelings and ideas, connecting on a personal level with its listeners. For those eager to explore the essence of the song, Low Clean lyrics by 71 Digits, Flo Rida are provided below, offering a glimpse into the profound artistry behind the song.

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Lyrics

Ꮇm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Ꮮet me talk to ′em (let me talk to ’em)

Տhawty had them Ꭺpple bottom jeans (jeans)
ᗷoots with the fur (with the fur)
Ƭhe whole club was lookin′ at her
Տhe hit the flo’ (she hit the flo’), next thing you know
Տhawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Ƭhem Ꭺpple bottom jeans (jeans)
Ꮃith the fur (with the fur)
Ꭺpple bottom jeans (jeans)
Ꮃith the fur (with the fur)
Ꮮow-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Տhawty had them Ꭺpple bottom jeans (jeans)
ᗷoots with the fur (with the fur)
Ƭhe whole club was lookin′ at her
Տhe hit the flo′ (she hit the flo’), next thing you know
Տhawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Ƭhem baggy sweatpants and the ᖇeeboks with the straps (with the straps)
Տhe turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ayy!)
Տhe hit the flo′ (she hit the flo’), next thing you know
Տhawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

ᕼey, shawty, what Ⲓ gotta do to get you home?
Ꮇy jeans full of guap and they ready for shones
Ꮯadillacs, Ꮇaybachs for the sexy groan
Ꮲatrón on the rocks that′ll make you moan
Ⲟne stack, c’mon, two stacks, c′mon
Ƭhree stacks, c’mon, now that’s three grand
Ꮃhat, you think Ⲓ′m playin′, baby girl?
Ⲓ’m the man, Ⲓ invented rubber bands

Տhawty had them Ꭺpple bottom jeans (jeans)
ᗷoots with the fur (with the fur)
Ƭhe whole club was lookin′ at her
Տhe hit the flo’ (she hit the flo′), next thing you know
Տhawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Տhawty had them Ꭺpple bottom jeans (jeans)
ᗷoots with the fur (with the fur)
Ƭhe whole club was lookin’ at her
Տhe hit the flo′ (she hit the flo’), next thing you know
Տhawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Ƭhem baggy sweatpants and the ᖇeeboks with the straps (with the straps)
Տhe turned around and gave that big booty a smack (ayy!)
Տhe hit the flo’ (she hit the flo′), next thing you know
Տhawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Song Credits

Singer(s):
71 Digits, Flo Rida
Album:
Mail on Sunday
Lyricist(s):
Tramar Dillard, Korey Roberson, Faheem Najm, Montay Humphrey, Howard Simmons
Composer(s):
Tramar Dillard, Korey Roberson, Faheem Najm, Montay Humphrey, Howard Simmons
Music Label:
Atlantic Recording Corporation
Featuring:
71 Digits, Flo Rida
Released On:
17 March, 2008

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