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Apple Bottom Jeans lyrics by T-pain

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T-pain - Apple Bottom Jeans lyrics



[Chorus]
She had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club 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 Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the floor [She hit the floor]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 1:]
I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
This crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do i see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

[Chorus]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
Got the whole club 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 Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the floor [She hit the floor]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)
What you think I'm playin baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

[Chorus]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club 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 Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the floor [She hit the floor]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
And I ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
Got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

[Chorus]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
Got the whole club 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 Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the floor [She hit the floor]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low
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posted by noko on May 16, 2008 at 11:07 PM
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lmao that was very deep painstar1...
i really don't understand why people will just listen to anything "with a good beat" - if you want a good beat go buy a drum, then you won't have to listen to the rubbish lyrics
posted by MeanPeanut on May 16, 2008 at 08:36 PM
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I think apple bottom jeans is the BEST song ever!!! PS: I have met T-Pain and so has my friend so beat that Mean BEans!!!
posted by Conquito on May 15, 2008 at 12:09 AM
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Disgusting. Pointless song. Hate songs like these. Oh, yes. I'm gonna write a song about a freaking Stripper and my money! God, Can't you write about something with a point!? I'd like to see T-pain write a song that does not involve any sex whatsoever. HA.
posted by Deevee on Apr 26, 2008 at 09:37 PM
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Message to rick100:
This is a chillin song and you are the ignorant one. What's wrong with it anyway? The beat is good and the lyrics aren't as bad as some you hear.
If you don't like it just don't listen to it, but don't bag it out because I like it.
posted by DOPEGiRL1 on Apr 23, 2008 at 02:04 PM
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THiS SONg iS OFf TH3 HOUD3 PARTi3S.
iTS B33N #1
iTS STiLL iN My TOP SONgS :]
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