[Intro: T-Pain]
Ayy... whassup girl?
What took you so long to get over here?
Tchk, stop playin, hehehe... who?
Don't worry about if I carry 'em around
If I didn't have one you would be mad
Don't worry about that I got that, ehehe
T-Pain! Ay
[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
Go on girl what you gon' 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 thank that you the girl that I be sangin all my songs to
You got me thankin that me and you into drankin
Into sippin that Patron that woulda been done got it on boo
But for now we could just sit, and chill
You never had love makin like this, for real
Come on baby it's just, appeal
Now take it down slow, let me take it down low, let's go (let's go)
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?
[Chorus: T-Pain]
And now I know.. you didn't expect me to go low
Now you know (let's go)
From the top to bottom, and 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, 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
I'ma stick stick stick stick, ooh
[T-Pain]
You got a nigga on swoll like a T-Pain show in Tallahassee
Never put that ass on hold I'm too nasty
Don't never underestimated T-Pain
You shoulda known when I was bitin on your belly button chain
That you 'bout to receive some of that guitar tongue
Tryin to tell me like you don't want none
Tryin to sit up in the bed tryin to act all calm
Actin like it ain't good tryin to hold that cum
But you know that I'm the best, you know you Teddy Verset'
This the first ten minutes, you ain't feel shit yet
I got the whips, I got the chain, I got the handcuffs too
But ain't none of that for me, I'm 'bout to handcuff you
That's the freaky shit I keep on skeetin shit that leave you leakin shit
That take her ass back to the church preacher and deacon shit
I'm beatin it, let's try +Computer Love+, I keep deletin it
I'm fuckin on the dresser, the bedroom floor, and the sheets and shit
[Chorus]
[Interlude: T-Pain]
What'chu doin? Take your pants off
Not that fast, do it slower
You gon', you gon' kill the, ruin the mood
Move your hand, lemme see
[T-Pain]
Baby girl whydon'tcha 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 got to worry 'bout yo' man cause
I bet he can't do it like me (nope, nope)
Bet he can't do it like me (nope, nope)
[Chorus] - 2/3X
