Panty Droppa - Unplugged

(This right here's a panty droppa)
Whoa-ooh, whoa
Whoa-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
(This right here's a panty droppa)
Whoa-oh, oh-oh (yeah)
Whoa-ooh, ooh-ooh, whoa
(This right here's a baby maker)

Can I sing my song?
If you up in the club, tryna get a rub
Then you need to tell the DJ to put this song
(Put-put-put-put this song, put this song on)

Let me tell you what it is, put away the kids
Time to get it up, get a cup, fill it up
Fillin' on her booty, touchin' on her butt
Time to get it back to the crib, beat it up

We been spendin' time, wanna make you mine (oh-oh)
When you're not around, you're still on my mind (oh-oh)
And I hope this ain't surprising, that I been fantasizing
This ain't no joke, let me clear my throat

I wanna make love to you
(This right here's a panty droppa)
This is my panty droppin' love song
Nothing but your heels on, lovin' you
(This right) yeah (here's a baby maker)

And we'll be making babies tonight
I wanna make love to you
(This right here's a panty droppa)
This is my panty droppin' love song
Nothin' but your heels on, lovin' you
(This right) yeah (here's a baby maker)
And we'll be making babies tonight

I'm ready



Credits
Writer(s): Tremaine Neverson, Troy Taylor, Patrick Hayes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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