T-Pain — Put It Down

[Intro: T-Pain] Ayy... whassup girl? What took you so long to get over here? Tchk, stop playin, hehehe... who? Don't worry about if I carry 'em around If I didn't have one you would be mad Don't worry about that I got that, ehehe T-Pain! Ay [Verse 1: T-Pain] Baby give me a reason so I can touch you how I want to And make love to you how them other lame niggas want to Go on girl what you gon' do? On my nappy head you can pull my nappy dreads if you want to Shawty I'mma put it on you And make you think that you the girl that I be singin' all my songs to You got me thinkin' that me and you into drankin' When you sippin that Patron that woulda been done got it on boo But for now we could just kiss and chill You never had love makin' like this, for real Come on baby it's just appeal Now take it down slow, let me take it down low, let's go So you know it's about to go down now Speed it up baby, can't slow down now Tell ya closet freak she can come out now Why you think they call me Teddy Penderazdoun? [Hook: Ray Lavender] And now I know, you didn't expect me to go low Now you know From the top to bottom, now that I got you I'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh I'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh 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'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh I'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh [Verse 2: T-Pain] You got a nigga on swole like a T-Pain show in Tallahassee Never put that ass on hold, I'm too nasty Don't never underestimate T-Pain You shoulda known when I was bitin' on your belly button chain That you 'bout to receive some of that guitar tongue Tryin' to tell me not to do it, like you don't want none Tryin' to sit up in the bed, tryin' to act all calm Actin like it ain't good, tryin' to hold that cum But you know that I'm the best, you know you Teddy Verset' This the first ten minutes, you ain't feel shit yet I got the whips, I got the chain, I got the handcuffs too But ain't none of that for me, I'm 'bout to handcuff you That's the freaky shit I keep on skeetin' shit that leave you leakin' shit That take her ass back to the church preacher and deacon shit I'm beatin' it, let's try +Computer Love+, I keep deletin' it I'm fuckin on the dresser, the bedroom floor, and the sheets and shit [Hook: Ray Lavender] And now I know, you didn't expect me to go low Now you know From the top to bottom, now that I got you I'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh I'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh 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'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh I'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh [Interlude: T-Pain] What'chu doin'..? Take your pants off Not that fast, do it slower You gon', you gon' kill the, ruin the mood Move your hand, lemme see [Verse 3: T-Pain] Baby girl, why don'tcha let a nigga slide in them guts My little man wanna hide them guts I'mma take my {*tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick*} Time with them guts And baby girl when I'm in them guts You ain't got to worry 'bout yo' man cause I bet he can't do it like me (nope, nope) Bet he can't do it like me (nope, nope) [Hook: Ray Lavender] And now I know, you didn't expect me to go low Now you know From the top to bottom, now that I got you I'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh I'mma stick stick stick stick, ooh Now I know, you didn't expect me to just Turn you 'round, spread it out, put it down