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Put It Down (Main Version - Explicit)

Put It Down (Main Version - Explicit)

Hits: 872.6K
Artist: T-Pain
Genre: R&B

Lyrics

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 Hey, baby, give me a reason so I can touch it how I want to (touch it 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'm a put it on you And make you think that you the girl that I be singing all my songs to You got me thinking that me and you went to drinkin' When you sippin' that Patron we been and got it on, boo But for now we just sit and chill You never had love making like this for real Come on, baby, you just appeal Now take it slow, let me take it down low, let's go, let's go So you know it's about to go down now (go down now) Speed it up, baby, can't slow down now (slow down now) Tell ya closet freak she can come out now (come out now) Why you think they call me Teddy Penderazdoun? [Chorus:] 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'm a stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, oh I'm a stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, oh 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'm a stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, oh I'm a stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, oh You got a nigga all swole like a T-pain show in Tallahassee Never put that ass on hold, I'm to nasty Don't ever 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 good tongue Tryin' tell me not to do like you don't want none Tryin' to sit up in the bed, tryin' to act all calm Acting like it ain't good, tryin' to hold that cum But you know that I'm the best, you know your Teddy Verset It's the first ten minutes, you ain't felt 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 about to handcuffs you That's the freaky shit; I keep on skeeting shit and leaving leaky shit I take her ass back to the church, a preacher and deacon shit I'm beating it; let's try computer love, I keep deleting it I'm fucking under the dresser, the bedroom floor, and the sheets and shit [Chorus] What you doing? Take ya pants off Not that fast; do it slower You gon' kill... ruin the mood Move ya hand, let me see Baby girl, let a nigga slide in them guts My little man wanna hide them guts I'm a take my time with them guts And, baby girl, when I'm in them guts You ain't gotta worry bout ya man 'cause I bet he can't do it like me (nope, nope) I bet he can't do it like me (nope, nope) 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'm a stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, oh I'm a stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, oh And now I know You didn't expect me to just Turn you 'round, spread it out, and put it down

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