Put It Down featuring Ray, Teddy Penderazdoun & Teddy Verseti

[Talking] 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 Let's go let's 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 pendera*sdown [Chorus] 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 [x2] 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 [x2] [Verse 2] You got a nigga on swoll like a T-pain show in Tallaha*see Never put that a*s 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 a*s back to the church preacher and deacon shit I'm beating it lets try computer love I keep deleting it I'm f**king under the dresser the bedroom floor and the sheets and shit now what [Chorus] [Break Down] What you doing Take ya pants off Not that fast do it slower You gone ruin the mood Move ya hand let me see [Verse 3] 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 ain't gotta worry bout ya man cause I bet he cant do it like me (nope, nope) [x2] [chorus till it fades]