Ptsd Lyrics

[Intro]
You gotta put it down (Yup)
(Yup) Yeah, yeah
You gotta put it down (Yup)
I just can't be with just anybody
Captain (Yup, yup)
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[Verse 1: Fantasia]
Wish I could just pick up the phone (Ooh, you know you can't do that)
You know this blood is set in stone (So no, it won't go back)
Baby, save all that weak shit for your mama
Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work
Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled
You was talkin' like you was gon' be something, ooh
I gave it to you
But you messed it up
Wasn't good enough
One thing I won't do
Is be with anyone
'Cause I'm not for everyone

[Chorus: Fantasia & T-Pain, T-Pain, Fantasia]
I can't let you give me PTSD (PTSD)
I can't let you give me PTSD (PTSD)
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD (PTSD)
I can't let you give me—
Save all that weak shit for your mama (Oh for your mama, for your mama)
I can't let you give me—
Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work (Boss at work, at work)
I can't let you give me—
Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled (Pizzle, Pizzle, Pizzle)
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me—

[Bridge: Fantasia & T-Pain]
Post traumatic sex disorder, oh no
(You gotta put it down, yeah)
Post traumatic sex disorder (Oh no, oh, oh)
Post traumatic (You gotta put it down)

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Boop (Yeah, yeah)
You're all that I think about, admit it
You're not even here right now, I'm just thinkin'
That booty, them thighs (What else?)
Them lips (What else?)
That head
(Ooh, especially the head, 'specially the head)
Good God almighty, good googly moogly (Yeah)
She gon' reign true for me (Yeah)
Girl, what you do to me (Yeah)
I lay the meat like charcuterie
Flashbacks 'bout the late nights in the hatchback (Yeah)
Shawty from the '80s, tryna bring crack back
She want me to kill that thing and I'ma smash that (Yeah)
She really tryna end up a hashtag
Oh, no, no, no (No, no, no)
I won't take it slow (Slow)
You gon' remember this, lay on the floor (Floor)
'Cause I don't want your (Your)
Neighbors to hear this shit
This gon' be a win, win, win (Win)
Put it on this twinny, twin, twin (Twin)
You know what I do, give me round two
I can't let you

[Chorus: Fantasia & T-Pain, T-Pain, Fantasia]
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I can't let you give me PTSD (Can't let you give it to me)
I can't let you give me PTSD (Oh no, oh, oh, oh, baby)
I can't let you give me—
Save all that weak shit for your mama (Save all that weak shit for your mama)
I can't let you give me—
Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work (Boss at work)
I can't let you give me—
Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me— (Girl)

[Outro]
You so nasty, you so, you so classy (Damn)
You so nasty, you so, you so classy (Damn)
You so nasty, you so, you so classy (Damn)
You so nasty, you so, you so classy (Damn)
Yeah, you gotta have it, get it when I want it (Damn)
Yeah, you gotta have it, get it when I want it (Damn)
Yeah, you gotta have it, get it when I want it (Damn)
Yeah, you gotta have it, get it when I want it