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Get Low Lyrics

from Triple F Life: Fans, Friends & Family

"Get Low" is track #6 on the album Triple F Life: Fans, Friends & Family. It was written by Miller, Harvey / Maraj, Onika Tanya / Isaac, Breyan Stanley / Dillard, Tramar / Malphurs, Juaquin / Stevenson, Michael.
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"Get Low" is track #6 on the album Triple F Life: Fans, Friends & Family. It was written by Miller, Harvey / Maraj, Onika Tanya / Isaac, Breyan Stanley / Dillard, Tramar / Malphurs, Juaquin / Stevenson, Michael.
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Get it low, get it low
Ge ge ge
Lemme see you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low
To the floor, to the floor, to the floor
Baby don't baby don't baby don't rush
Get it on, get it on, get it on
Ima get you home, get you home, get you home
Ima Put it on, put it on, put it on i'm put it on
Put it on you
Oh she just my type, hair long her eyes light
Her smile shine like the sunlight
One of a kind baby mama type
Friend muggin she the hater type
Waka flocka im the playa type
Jewelry bright wearin white
Champagne chilled on ice
Hold up, every bad bitch in the club
To the dance floor
Hand to your hip, get real low
Don't ..My emo
So slide me your info let me know
What you're doing tonight girl
I ain't got no times for games i'm only here for the night girl
Let me see the low low low low
To the floor, floor floor floor
Grab your hips girl ..
Give me some more more more more
Hook:
Let me see you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low
To the floor, to the floor, to the floor
Baby don't baby don't baby don't rush
Get it on, get it on, get it on
Ima get you home, get you home, get you home
Ima Put it on, put it on, put it on i'm put it on
Put it on you
Ride for him cause he say i ride real good
Pop star, but i fuck him like i'm still hood
Heard he wanna spend money on a red bitch
Wanna see me do tricks with the next chick
Anyway boobs up and my ass out
Somebody get a medic when he pass out
Big Nicki in the game nigga
Brick squad i ain't f*ckin
With no lame nigga, ahhhhh
Dis that part when i slow it down like this, ahhhhh
Somebody better get da bitch another round, ahhhh
Fly as fuck i need a co-pilot
When i come out it's a mother f*ckin hoe riot
[hook:]
Uh then your size, little waist don't match your thighs
Say you on my level, but my level too high
Looking in your eyes don't look so surprised
I know you ain't heard that before
Touching in the club and i just found one
Pick up lines,i just dropped mine
Single for the night tryin double my fun
So what's up to the bad bitch
And in the corner with her ass big
And hair long i'm grab it
She call me daddy but i'm a bastard like
I ain't tryin to be horse and carrots
I'm Tryna take care, support your bad habbits
I just wanna smash it, smash it,pass it
Show you were the cash is, cash, but first lemme see you,
Ha Ha
[Hook:]

Songwriters
MILLER, HARVEY / MARAJ, ONIKA TANYA / ISAAC, BREYAN STANLEY / DILLARD, TRAMAR / MALPHURS, JUAQUIN / STEVENSON, MICHAEL

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