(feat. 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   Lets go lets 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 penderassdown    [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 Tallahassee  Never put that ass 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 ass back to the church preacher and deacon shit  I'm beating it lets try computer love I keep deleting it  I'm fucking under the dresser the bedroom floor and the sheets and shit now whatt    [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 aint gotta worry bout ya man cause  I bet he cant do it like me (nope, nope) [x2]    [chorus till it fades]