Lyrics:
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Her booty big enough to swallow up a g-string
Hey going put that ass on me like a bee sting
Hey let the King on, beat it like a tambourine
and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
moves everything
Bitches in g strings
Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move
Improve your dope flow
Cold max with the long dough
High
want to put in some worth
That's a g-string you got on, boy you know your wrong
Bring your girls to 15-0-5 I can't talk long
Hay yo' snoop, these
(And that's a wrong note)
(And tune up that G string)
(And that's better, that's better, that's better)
Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
I
when you so thin tight
jean got that cameo on show thin g string make a nigga
go in came all by yourself
brought no friends well what you never tell for
man
You can be my babe
Please hunny, Let me feel your leg
You look so tight, so hot
in that purple g-string
Please get me going with you
I wanna be your
mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww (aoowww)
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I
G-Strings, you beasting for the pleasure and pain
I was a weakling so I cling to her under my name
I gave her the ding ding than dee ding, the bell ring in
think
I think she likes me
I think she likes me, I think she likes me
We was at the heat game, peep game
Let him see the g-string
Yves St laurent, size
the helicopter on front of the yacht)
The white G-strings show ass shots (show the ass shots)
My brother Detail live like Einstein (like Einstein)
We in
and the g-string
And I been the type of bitch to take everything
Niggas throw gifts and shit to see a bitch smile
And the house driveway about eight miles
They
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
Ooh
Girl and the way you flexing that g-string
And you got me tossing this money
I got hotel keys
Wanna leave wit me
Then baby girl hop inside
housewife them, like snoop said "it ain't nothing but a G thing"
Got a bitch in my bed, in nothing but a g-string, so peep game
Who the lucky female
doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out,
in them lil' jeans?
Do he stand up and lean in it 'til you start screamin'?
Or smack your ass and kiss your G-String to start eatin? (muah),
You
always get a souvenir to prove that I was there.
Well, I took a burned out piston from a winning racer car.
Well, I've even got a G-string, from Gene
to gi dem satisfaction
To know she bought di right one, couldn't get di wrong man
Mi door bell go ding dong, gal inna g string thong
Mi mic she waan fi
For 20 odd years I have strummed on guitars
5,000 lost flat picks, four fingertip scars
I must have broken a million g strings
Picking
remains
Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains
Drug-addled brains, drug addled brains
(solo)
Hold on to that g-string
A little while longer
For
?war?
Do I have to convince you now?
We don't need hotel keys
We jump in the trunk and stain everything upside ya G-string
[Chorus: x2]
So nasty,
grabbed the cold booty and caressed the hips
I got ahead of myself, because I wanted to flirt
Took off the G-strings and the V-neck skirt
POOF! my ego
For twenty odd years I have strummed on guitars
Five thousand lost flat picks, four fingertip scars
I must have broken a million g strings
Picking
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