- Put It Down - Main Version - Explicit 歌詞 T-Pain
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- T-Pain
- Hey whats up girl what took you so long stop playing
Who? Dont worry about if I carry em around
if I didnt have one you would mad Dont 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 Ima 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
And now I know you didnt expect me to go low
Now you know
From the top to bottom and now that I got you
Ima stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh
Ima stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh
And now I know you didnt 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
Ima stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh
Ima stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh
You got a nigga on swoll like a T-pain show in Tallahassee
Never put that ass on hold Im to nasty
Dont 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 dont 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 Im the best
You kow you teddit
Its the first ten minutes you aint felt shit yet
I got the whips, I got the chain, I got the handcuffs to
But aint none of that for me Im about to handcuff you
Thats 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
Im beating it lets try computer love I keep deleting it
Im fucking under the dresser the bedroom floor
And now I know you didnt expect me to go low Now you know
From the top to bottom and now that I got you Ima stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh
And now I know you didnt 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 Ima 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 nigga slide in them guts
My little man wanna hide them guts
Ima take my （Tick,tick,tick,tick,tick,tick ,tick）
time with them guts
And baby girl when Im in them guts
You aint gotta worry bout ya man cause
I bet he cant do it like me （nope, nope）
I bet he cant do it like me （nope, nope）
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