Apple Bottom Jeans (Louis Armstrong edition) lyrics
by Louis Armstrong
Apple bottom jeans
Boots with the fur
The whole club
Was lookin' at her
(f*ck)
Shawty got low
Baggy sweat pants
Reeboks with the straps
Turn around, and give that big booty a slap
And I thought to myself
Shawty got low
I ain't ever seen nothin'
That'll make me go
This crazy all night
Spendin' my dough
And I thought to myself
What a wonderful world
Had a million dollar vibe
And a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes
They stole the show
And I thought to myself
(Struggling)
Them birthday cakes got low
Birthday cakes
What the f*ck
This next part is filler
I don't know the words
I'm Louis Armstrong
I've been dead for 30 years