Where The Panties At [Prod. By Olympicks]
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Yeah, USDA
C.T. or nothing, nigga
Nothing, nigga
Olympics!
Damn right, I'm on my way, weed got me driving slow
Big blunts, big straps is the only thing I know
If you give it to me now, that don't mean that you a ho
And before I hit the door, one thing I gotta know
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at, girl? Tell me where your dick is
You know how I be, off that Goose or off that Remy
Call me Tarzan, bitch, I'm jumping off the ceiling
Jumped up on that dick and then she ride it like a Hemi
Ride it like a Hemi, ride it like a Hemi
I just beat that pussy like I just broke out of prison
Took her figures off, now they on the ceiling fan
Got that dope dick, bitch, a thousand milligrams
Girlfriend talking 'bout, "Why she fucking with him?"
Lames that you fucking with, they ain't fucking with him
Too fast to the strippers, bitch, I might tip 'em
Brain before a name, what's her name? I can't remember
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch?
Where your panties at?
I say you looking at the realest ever done that you ain't know
Just because you threw that pussy, that don't mean that you a ho
Always in the club looking for a nigga with some dough
Got a hundred on my neck, I'm guessing she think I'm a ghost
Hop up out that coupe and end up at the condo
Pull them panties off and knock it out, ready to go
Big money, heavyweight, I'm getting to it every day
Red stones in my watch looking like some Perrier
Catch me in the A, nigga, fresh out Lenox Mall
Shot a movie at the Compound and now we in Kamals
What's coming from the ceiling? Ain't no telling where her panties at
Threw up out a stack and took her with me, 'bout to handle that
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch?
Where your panties at?
American Apparel tights, damn, where your panties at?
When you make it drop, I see that camel toe from the back
Met her in the Central Station, beat her down in Vito' 'Lac
Gave her that USDA wood, she know how to act
I got her pushing packs, scrambling hard for them racks
Once you get this D-boy dick, ain't no going back
Where your panties at? On the dashboard
And your legs too, crushing in the new Porsche
You got a crew? You know the S.H.I.E.L.D. gang with it
Them boys young too and Lamborghini 'bout the business
She make her ass jump and pause like it's hitting switches
It's going down in this bitch, man, this shit's ridiculous
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at?
Where your panties at, bitch?
Where your panties at?