| Now we been up till then sun came up
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| (Where my panties at?)
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| Can’t mention all the places we touched
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| (Where my panties at?)
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| But I can’t find my panties
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| Now I can’t find my panties
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| Hey ladies, ya know we all been through it
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| Can’t find our panties after we been screwin'
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| It don’t make sense but I’m common to it
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| Oh, they always accidents, so do I try to do it
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| Keep the pants on the cat then hit it from the back
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| 'Cause he the number one sprinter and do read my lips
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| Now that will tell you where they help you find your panties at
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| 'Cause if he is a quckie, don’t take of your vickies
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| For what? |
| You can just move 'em to the side
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| And they ain’t even gonna have a chance to hide
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| If I find them kinda quick then I’m not satisfied
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| He true to rock the boat, eventually I find 'em on the side
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| Now we been up till then sun came up
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| (Where my panties at?)
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| Can’t mention all the places we touched
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| (Where my panties at?)
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| But I can’t find my panties
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| Now I can’t find my panties
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| To all my ladies and my bitches
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| Throw your motherfuckin' panties in the air
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| 'Cause if y’all gon' fuck
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| And he handle his business
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| Might as well throw 'em out
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| 'Cause they don’t come up missin'
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| From the door to the floor
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| To the headboarder, under the covers
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| On the bed by the Magnum rubbers
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| Means that was good love
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| And get this feeling in your stomach
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| Wanna leave 'em on purpose
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| To see if you’re the only one
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| That man know his spot
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| And even knows his spot
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| If he a thrill ass nigga
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| Then he know your plot
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| And he might help your find 'em
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| Better crack your face
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| If you wanna be safe
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| Just leave 'em in a pillowcase
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| Now we been up till then sun came up
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| (Where my panties at?)
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| Can’t mention all the places we touched
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| (Where my panties at?)
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| But I can’t find my panties
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| Now I can’t find my panties
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| Look, I’m the type of chick that like to
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| Grab me by my shoulders, tingle me all over
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| From the front to the back of the Rover
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| Workin' my body like a no limit soldier
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| I thought I told you don’t got too fast
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| But still rock me fella like you Damon Dash
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| I gotta ask where the hell my panties at
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| Back at the red light is where I seen them last
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| When I was on your lap I seen them on the dash
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| They must’ve fell down when you put your foot on the gas
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| But I don’t care, you can keep 'em as a souvenir
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| 'Cause I’m sure by the mornin' I’m gonna lose another pair
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| Now we been up till then sun came up
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| (Where my panties at?)
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| Can’t mention all the places we touched
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| (Where my panties at?)
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| But I can’t find my panties
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| Now I can’t find my panties |