Put It Down

[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 !!

Ay

Baby give me a reason so I can touch it how I want to

And make love to you how them other lame niggaz wont to

Go on 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 that me and you went to drinking and sippin on that patron we done been got it on boo

But for now we just kiss 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 (go down now)

Speed it up baby cant slow down now (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, sting, ooh [x2]

And now I know you didn't expect me to just turn you round spread it out put it down

From the top to the bottom now that I got you

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh [x2]

[Verse 2]

You got a nigga 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 button 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 shit yet

I got the whips, I got the chain, I got the handcuffs too

But aint none of that for me I'm about to handcuff you

That's the freaky shit I keep on skeeting shit

And making licky leaking shit

That take her ass back to the church preacher and deacon shit

I'm beating it lets try computer love I keep deleting it

I'm f**king under the dresser the bedroom floor and the sheets and shit now whatt

[Chorus]

[Break Down]

What you doing?

Take ya pants off

Not that fast do it slower

You gone kill n ruin the mood

Move ya hand let me see

[Verse 3]

Baby girl let a nigga 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 (ah)

I bet he cant do it like me (nope, nope) [x2]

[chorus till it fades]