Lyrics:

[Talking]'ey, what's up girl, what took you so long?stop playingWho?Don't worry about if I carry em aroundIf I didn't have one you would mad Don't worry about thatI got thatT-pain!AyBaby give me a reason so I can touch you how I want to (touch you how I want to)And make love to you how them other lame niggaz want to (want to)Go on girl what you gone doi'm a nappy head you can pull with my nappy dreads if you want toShawty I'ma put it on youAnd make you think that you the girl I was singing all my songs toYou got me thinking that me and you went to drinking and sippin on that patron we done been got it on booBut for now we just kiss and chillYou never had love making like this, for realCome on baby its just appealNow take it slow and let me take it down lowLets go (lets go)So you know its about to go down now (go down now)Speed it up baby cant slow down now (slow down now)Tell ya closet freak she can come out nowWhy you think they call me teddy penderassdown[Chorus]And now I know, you didn't expect me to go lowNow you knowFrom the top to bottom, now that I got youI'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh [x2]And now I know you didn't expect me to just turn you round, spread it out, put it downFrom the top to the bottom now that I got youI'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh [x2][Verse 2][Put It Down lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]You got a nigga on swoll like a T-pain show in TallahasseeNever put that ass on hold I'm to nastyDon't never underestimated T-painYou should have known when I was biting on you belly button chainThat you are about to receive some of that guitar tongueTryna tell me like you don't want noneTryna sit up in the bed tryna act all calmActing like it aint good tryna hold that cumBut you know that I'm the bestYou kow you teddiversetIt's the first ten minutes you aint felt shit yetI got the whips, I got the chain, I got the handcuffs tooBut aint none of that for me I'm about to handcuff youThat's the freaky shit I keep on skeeting shitAnd making licky leaking shitThat take her ass back to the church preacher and deacon shitI'm beating it lets try computer love I keep deleting itI'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 offNot that fast do it slowerYou gone, you gone kill - ruin the moodMove ya hand let me see[Verse 3]Baby girl let a nigga, slide in them gutsMy little man wanna hide them gutsI'ma take my (Tick,tick,tick,tick,tick,tick,tick,tick,tick) time with them gutsAnd baby girl when I'm in them gutsYou aint gotta worry bout ya man cause (ah)I bet he cant do it like me (nope, nope) [x2][chorus till it fades]