Put It Down

T-PAIN

Talking]
 Hey what's up girl what took you so long stop playing
 Who? Don't worry about if I carry em around if I didn't have one you would mad Don't worry about
 that I got that

T-pain !!
 Baby give me a reason so I can touch it how I want to
 And make love to you how them other lame n*ggaz want to
 Gone girl what you gone do
 On my nappy head you can pull with my nappy dreads if you want to
 Shawty I'ma put it on you
 And make you think that you the girl I was singing all my songs to
 You got me thinking me and you went to drinking and sippin on that patron we done been got it on boo
 But for now we just sit and chill
 You never had love making like this for real
 Come on baby its just appeal
 Now take it slow and let me take it down low
 Lets go lets go
 So you know its about to go down now
 Speed it up baby cant slow down now
 Tell ya closet freak she can come out now
 Why you think they call me teddy penderassdown

[Chorus]
 And now I know you didn't expect me to go low
 Now you know
 From the top to bottom and now that I got you
 I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh [x2]
 And now I know you didn't expect me to just turn you round spread it out and put it down
 From the top to the bottom and now that I got you
 I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh [x2]

[Verse 2]
 You got a n*gga on swoll like a T-pain show in Tallahassee
 Never put that ass on hold I'm to nasty
 Don't never underestimated T-pain
 You should have known when I was biting on you belly b*tton chain
 That you are about to receive some of that guitar tongue
 Tryna tell me like you don't want none
 Tryna sit up in the bed tryna act all calm
 Acting like it aint good tryna hold that cum
 But you know that I'm the best
 You kow you teddiverset
 It's the first ten minutes you aint felt sh*t yet
 I got the whips, I got the chain, I got the handcuffs to
 But aint none of that for me I'm about to handcuff you
 That's the freaky sh*t I keep on skeeting sh*t
 And making licky leaking sh*t
 That take her ass back to the church preacher and deacon sh*t
 I'm beating it lets try computer love I keep deleting it
 I'm f*cking under the dresser the bedroom floor and the sheets and sh*t now whatt

[Chorus]

[Break Down]
 What you doing
 Take ya pants off
 Not that fast do it slower
 You gone ruin the mood
 Move ya hand let me see

[Verse 3]
 Baby girl let a n*gga slide in them guts
 My little man wanna hide them guts
 I'ma take my (Tick,tick,tick,tick,tick,tick,tick) time with them guts
 And baby girl when I'm in them guts
 You aint gotta worry bout ya man cause
 I bet he cant do it like me (nope, nope) [x2]

[chorus till it fades]