Mr. Put It Down (feat. Pitbull) - (Jump Smokers Remix)[Radio Edit]

Now first of all
Come on baby take it off,
Come on baby break me off
Then she said she loves the fact
That Pitbull's such a dog!
It's simple baby, I ain't picky.
Only rule of mine is no hickeys
Remember, lust can get tricky.
It's Mr. Worldwide and Ricky, dale

I'm not tryna get in your head
And I'm not tryna push your limits
Cause I just wanna make you feel special
A ittle fun, little love, little dancing
Who has to love to live in
We got the nigh right now
We need to want unclearly
You're gonna call me mr. put it down

Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that
Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that
Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that
Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that

Baby I can ecognize from miles away tha you don't wanna be alone
Ain't nobody looking like you do today
So tell me how to turn you on

I'm not tryna get in your head
And I'm not tryna push your limits
Cause I just wanna make you feel special
A ittle fun, little love, little dancing
Who has to love to live in
We got the nigh right now
We need to want unclearly
You're gonna call me mr. put it down

Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that
Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that
Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that
Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that

Itâs the P to the I-I to the T-T to the B-B to the U and double the L
Iâm so hot, Iâm hotter than hell
Now baby turn around for Mr. Put It Down
Went from the block to the yacht to the G4
Down in DR, jet took a detour
Not from Maryland
But when it always comes to women there can always be more
Get it? Be more
Tupac, no when I get around
Baby nice to meet ya, Iâm Mr. Put It Down

Hola, oh my
Oh where you come from?
Oh wow, no high
To pick the right one
I got my spot girl
Someone that likes you
Just follow me

Who has to love to live in
We got the nigh right now
We need to want unclearly
You're gonna call me mr. put it down

Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that
Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that
Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that
Baby give me that, give me that
Hi give me that, give me that



Credits
Writer(s): Enrique Martin, Aaron Pearce, Armando Christian Perez, Keith Ross, Gavriel Aminov, Jeremy Hunter
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