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  • T-Pain »

    T-Pain Put It Down текст песни

    Put It Down

    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 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 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 and put it down

    From the top to the bottom and now that I got you

    I’ma stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh

    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 to

    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 fucking under the dresser the bedroom floor and the sheets and shit now whatt

    What you doing

    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

    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

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

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