Butete Lyrics (Get Low Bisya Version)

July 6, 2008

[Intro:]
Paminawa Ko, Paminawa Ko….
Sige na ba! Com’On!

[Chorus:]
Adtong ni aging gabiee
Gi invite me og brthday (og brthday)
Sa party dghanang butiti (butete)
Wa me balow (wa me balow)
Diay kadto maka hilo low low low…..

Grabeh among shot-shot og
Grabeh among hab-hab (among hab-hab)
Pagka taod-taod mura mig ma libat heeeyy
Wa me balow (wa me balow)
D i kad2 mka hillo low low low……

(First Verse)
Birthday to sa akong mare,
Og gi invite ko ni pare
Mag celebrate makig party
Mag inom ug mangaon mi
Spaggetti, bihon, bam-i,
Kinilaw pa nga butiti
Oy kalami jud e kaon
Kay gutom na lage
Ug gisugdan na ang pag pray,
Nanganta ug hapi birthday
After that nangaon nami
Klasi-klasi ang putahi
Honestly becoz sa among curiosity,
Gibira ang kinilawang butiti
Basta lang makuha ug makakaon lang me
Busa gikuha ug nikaon me…

(Second Verse)
Oy dokot sa kalderong boslot
Kinilawng butiti hapit na ma hurot
Og tungod sa among pagka busog
Sa amoay naka utot,
Sampong sa ilong (3X)
Kaming tanan nanampong sa ilong
Mao ni ang nahitabo…
Kaming tangan nanga puyo sa
Among pagkaon wa me mo padayon
Kinsa may ganahan nga nag lain naman
Ang among ginhawa ulo og tiyan
Labad among olo og tiyan sakit
Kaayo grabi pagka salo
Salo pero sa butete me nangahilo…

(Third Verse)
Oy suki, suki sa butiti nganung na
Ingunani nanga hillo man me butiti gi kaon
Kami kaligwaon kami nangaluya
Grabing suka suka power mind
Elefind kaming tanan na
Confind? onsaon man na nanga hilo
Sa butete nga among gi dine-in na
Huyung me na lipong me
Na hillo me sa butiti busa
Nakahuna-huna name
Dli na gyud me moutro ani…

[Outro:]
BURRRRRPPPP….. Ahhhhhhh!

FLOR RIDA - Get Low Lyrics

April 27, 2008

[Chorus:]
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
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 flo [She hit the flo]
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]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
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 flo [She hit the flo]
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)
[ Low lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
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 was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
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 flo [She hit the flo]
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]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
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 flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low