[Talking]
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Hey what's up girl what took you so long stop playing
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Who? Don't worry about if I carry em around if I didn't have one you would mad Don't worry about
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that I got that
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T-pain !!
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Baby give me a reason so I can touch it how I want to
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And make love to you how them other lame niggaz want to
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Gone girl what you gone do
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On my nappy head you can pull with my nappy dreads if you want to
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Shawty I'ma put it on you
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And make you think that you the girl I was singing all my songs to
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You got me thinking me and you went to drinking and sippin on that patron we done been got it on boo
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But for now we just sit and chill
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You never had love making like this for real
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Come on baby its just appeal
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Now take it slow and let me take it down low
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Lets go lets go
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So you know its about to go down now
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Speed it up baby cant slow down now
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Tell ya closet freak she can come out now
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Why you think they call me teddy penderassdown
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[Chorus]
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And now I know you didn't expect me to go low
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Now you know
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From the top to bottom and now that I got you
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I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh [x2]
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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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From the top to the bottom and now that I got you
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I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh [x2]
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[Verse 2]
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You got a nigga on swoll like a T-pain show in Tallahassee
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Never put that ass on hold I'm to nasty
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Don't never underestimated T-pain
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You should have known when I was biting on you belly button chain
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That you are about to receive some of that guitar tongue
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Tryna tell me like you don't want none
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Tryna sit up in the bed tryna act all calm
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Acting like it aint good tryna hold that cum
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But you know that I'm the best
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You kow you teddiverset
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It's the first ten minutes you aint felt shit yet
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I got the whips, I got the chain, I got the handcuffs to
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But aint none of that for me I'm about to handcuff you
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That's the freaky shit I keep on skeeting shit
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And making licky leaking shit
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That take her ass back to the church preacher and deacon shit
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I'm beating it lets try computer love I keep deleting it
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I'm fucking under the dresser the bedroom floor and the sheets and shit now whatt
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[Chorus]
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[Break Down]
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What you doing
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Take ya pants off
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Not that fast do it slower
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You gone ruin the mood
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Move ya hand let me see
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[Verse 3]
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Baby girl let a nigga slide in them guts
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My little man wanna hide them guts
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I'ma take my (Tick,tick,tick,tick,tick,tick,tick) time with them guts
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And baby girl when I'm in them guts
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You aint gotta worry bout ya man cause
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I bet he cant do it like me (nope, nope) [x2]
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[chorus till it fades]
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Put It Down
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| T-Pain |
