Put It Down (Main Version - Explicit)

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 niggaz 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 can't slow down now

Tell ya closet freak she can come out now

Why you think they call me teddy penderassdown

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

I'ma stick stick stick stick ooh

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

I'ma stick stick stick stick ooh

You got a ni**a on swoll like a T-pain show in Tallahassee

Never put that a** 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 ain't good tryna hold that cum

But you know that I'm the best

You kow you teddit

It's the first ten minutes you ain't felt sh*t yet

I got the whips I got the chain I got the handcuffs to

But ain't 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 a** back to the church preacher and deacon sh*t

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

I'm f**king under the dresser the bedroom floor

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

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

From the top to the bottom and now that I got you I'ma stick stick stick stick ooh

Take ya pants off Not that fast do it slower You gone ruin the mood

Move ya hand let me see

Baby girl let a ni**a 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 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）