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Put It Down Lyrics - Epiphany - T Pain

Hey, what's up girl? What took you so long to get ready? 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 *** 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 be singing all my songs to 

You got me thinking me and you went to 

Drinking and sipping on that Patron we done been got it on boo 

 

But for now we can just sit and chill 

You never had love making like this for real 

Come on baby, it's just appeal 

Now take it down slow and let me take it down low, let's go, let's go 

 

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So you know, it's 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 Penderazdoun? 

 

Now I know, you didn't expect me to go low, now you know 

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

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh 

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh 

 

Now I know, you didn't expect me 

To just turn you round, ***, put it down, put it down 

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

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh 

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh 

 

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

Never put that *** on hold, I'm too nasty 

Don't ever underestimate T-Pain 

You should have known when I was biting on your belly button chain 

 

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That you are about to receive some of that guitar tongue 

Trying tell me like you don't want none 

Trying sit up in the bed trying act all calm 

Acting like it ain't good trying hold that *** 

 

But you know that I'm the best, you know you teddit 

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

I got the whips, I got the chain, I got the handcuffs too 

But ain't none of that for me, I'm about to handcuff you 

 

That's the freaky ***, I keep on skiting *** and making licky leaking *** 

That take her *** back to the church, preacher and deacon *** 

I'm beating it, let's try computer love, I keep deleting it 

I'm *** under the dresser, the bedroom floor and the sheets and *** 

 

Now I know, you didn't expect me to go low, now you know 

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

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh 

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh 

 

Now I know, you didn't expect me 

To just turn you round, spread it out, put it down, put it down 

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

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh 

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh 

 

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 won't you let a *** slide in them guts? 

My little man wanna hide them guts 

I'ma take my 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) 

Bet he can't do it like me 

 

Now I know, you didn't expect me to go low, now you know 

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

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh 

I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, ooh 

 

Now I know, you didn't expect me 

To just turn you round, ***, put it down, put it down 

Put it down, put it down 

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