like this

love you tpain

the im high song is sick lyrically so sick don't touch me i got it lol! and the end of the song is funny

i luv da studio luv song and da remix

i always love low!!! it's very hot!!!

TIGHT PLAYLIST U DID YO THANG

Ooo...

Its dark in here, its hot in here (Girl what are you doing to me?)

Baby stop, not in here(I got a presidential suite)

baby why don't we just get outta here (Where we can have the freedom to be)

Secret lovers under covers have no fear cuz....




I'm about to blow ya mind

blow ya mind, blow ya mind

Girl I'm not here to waste ya time,

waste ya time, waste ya time

Girl I'm about to blow ya mind, blow ya mind, blow ya mind

Girl I'm not here to waste ya time, waste ya time, waste ya time

Girl I'm about to blow ya mind




Baby now we're here what you wanna do? (I'll let you think about it for a minute)

Don't worry bout me, I'm here to satisfy you (Ain't gotta worry about me getting it in)

And ya mind ya body and ya soul comes 1st to me (Its time to make the temperature rise)

But we had to get away don't want nobody to see (Why?)




[Chorus]




Baby was it good, satisfatory (I got time so we can do it again)

Was it good for you like it was for me (One is not enough let's get the second one in)

Baby I know you been, you been dying to see (If I can do your body right)

if your baby could fulfill that one fantasy one more time




[Chorus]

OH MY SHA LALA,TRISKELION

the last song....my girl gotta girlfriend isnt t-pain its Ray Lavender

[Talking]
'ey, 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!
Ay
Baby 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 do
i'm a 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 that me and you went to drinking and sippin on that patron we done been got it on boo
But for now we just kiss 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 (go down now)
Speed it up baby cant slow down now (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, now that I got you
I'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 down
From the top to the bottom now that I got you
I'ma stick, stick, stick, stick, sting, ooh [x2]

[Verse 2]
[Put It Down lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

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 too
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 f**king under the dresser the bedroom floor and the sheets and shit now what

[Chorus]

[Break Down]
What you doing?
Take ya pants off
Not that fast do it slower
You gone, you gone kill - 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,tick,tick) time with them guts
And baby girl when I'm in them guts
You aint gotta worry bout ya man cause (ah)
I bet he cant do it like me (nope, nope) [x2]

[chorus till it fades]