Lyrics:
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in
you need to change your shoestrings
All on my dick like a bitch with a g-string
Sucker ass nigga like a nigga with a tongue ring
Gucci got a pump
18
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
three
Hey, listen to me, listen, hey)
[Verse One - P.Diddy]
It's tricky, I'm picky, baby, but I just spotted you
Doing your thing, G-string, shoe
picky baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone
Bet a million
your g-string
Pull it to the side
Imma make them vocals drop
I'm grippin' on your thighs
We tangled like some cables
From the front look in your eyes
Bitches walkin topless with G-strings, menage'
Bust shots at your crew, another charge
As the gulf stream fly through the fog
Make ya popular
Pockets
three
Hey, listen to me, listen, hey)
[Verse One - P.Diddy]
It's tricky, I'm picky, baby, but I just spotted you
Doing your thing, G-string, shoe
shit is big (yeah)
I came to flex (yeah), look in the mirror (yeah)
Look at your ass, fuck a career
How you make a G-string just disappear?
She like
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
Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south
Oww pass that, give shorty a shot
True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
I'm on E
G-Strings
You're gon give it to them soon as you leave, huh? (Leave, huh?) (hey, Iggy)
Why they hate Iggy?
While you was on a diet, your girl made Millies
stopped it
Swingin' slower and slower..
On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin'
Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin'
dumber and dumber shit
Stomp me like a step show (grab hold) then I let go
(Flows) split that ass like g-strings up on these rat hoes
I pose as a threat,
slower and slower,
On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughing
Thought about my nine-side Glock but something made me disregard it
Juice
Got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs and broads with the G-string drawers
Up in here, straight break it all off
Where the dig dogs
This ring
Brings demeaning Demons in
G-strings
Songs we sing
Make 'em fiend semen
And green things
Clinging
Dreaming
Thinking of being Miss Thing
With
for a table-top dance
She took off her g-string and shook her ass
Baby, all that? You got to work harder!
Do some backflips to make me harder!
So I
the trunk
For the thugs and the broads with the G-string drawers
up in here straight break it all off (break it all off)
Where the big dawgs at? What city
Discount box wine
Burning like turpentine
Anything to get us buzzed
We got six strings, G strings
Pawn shop bling bling
Raisin’ hell just
waan wear
Show mi yuh cellular mi nuh dat yuh bare
Whether yuh G string or yuh skin bare
Eat up yuh heart and come follow me
Mr. Kardinal inna di
the glass
And a g-string just like a floss
Well she's waving her caboose at you
I bet you do
She calls you out
(Uh huh)
I know you heard that bass bumpin' in
gon' Caine 'em
Sellin' Cocaine with my daddy out the Days Inn
Nothin' but a G thang, dollars in the G string
Long as she gon' make it, she gon' shake
.jpg/225px-The_Incredible_String_Band_(1970).jpg "The Incredible String Band")
Discuss these g-string Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In