Lyrics:
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
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
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,
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
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
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
the ones I like
In G-strings in the middle of the night
Smoke-filled stages, bitches in cages
Guards at the door, armed with gauges
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
Freaky bitches are the ones I like
In G-strings in the middle of the night
Smoke-filled stages, bitches in cages
Guards at the door, armed with gauges
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
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
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
?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,
So don't you dare turn off the lights
Unless this you understand
Like a meloncholy dancer for you I'd dance
With nothing but a g-string on my hip
Your
g-string
Que estoy bien horny
Que hoy te como Celtic
Pidiendo que te licky suave en el cliti
Baby, artistic
Hasta epilectic
Flip, flip
Ah, ah
more than incredible, she did her thing
5'5" 146, wearing nothing but a G-string
Her chocolate lips and, sexy thighs
Sittin' properly up on top of me
Chequea el swing
Que se le pega a to'a las nenas más que un g-string
Yo soy la pesadilla de todos los dream team
Ya se te acabó el magazine
Conmigo no
Pistol on me, dunk this in her g-string
Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville
Hoover with my mothafuckin' locs, steel
Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend
se quieren y me invitan
Pero fuman, se medican y pa'l agua brincan
Yo y las hermanitas en G-String predican
Jumbo sube el bajo, que lo solicitan
And, Mi see gal from Brixton
None a dem dem nuh fat like Jamaican
And, mi door bell go ding dong
And, gal inna g string thong
And, mi mi she waan
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
a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string
I fuck a different bitch seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like
Yeah, uh, heh, heh
That's Shadowboxing
Yo
It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you a**** out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your h***
Slidin' off G-string off in a coach bag
Dolla sign eyes and a stash full of hash
Back to the side where niggaz blaze
Home of the crew and the booty shake
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