Lyrics:
fuck that nigga, do your thang
I see your crunk tiger stripe G-string
It's 'bout that dollar bill, green peppermint
See them hoes represent for
like and everything I want
So bring that fine ass over here, come here with me queen
Rollin' up my weed while she taking off her G string
Don't make
Hugged up, pokin' in her brains so what ya wanna do
Nice tats on ya body, liquor comin' out ya pores
Weed stench ya ain't right, G-string for some
Mera baby báilame como bailan las putas en G-string
Tú estabas loca que yo te lo incruste
No me importa si ese culote es de natural o es de embute
el pantalón o súbete la mini (tra)
Quiero ver tu G-string o tu bikini (tra)
Y la que tenga panty 'e vieja que lo tire a weepy (tra)
Mientras
you're dancin' in your G-string
And let me pull up to your bumpa
And if your battery is dead
I'll pull my cable out and jump ya'
Pump ya' with he juice
dropped the keys
kneeled down to pick 'em up and all i saw was g-string
Pussy lips hangin' out and it was the shit
Now im sprung on a bitch in a XJ6
A G-string is looking for a pilot
White flesh is coming down the stairs again
Your look just makes me a believer
Stray cats are landing in
with your g-string
[Chorus]
Here I come, here I come here I come, here I come here I come, here I come
Here I come, here I come here I come, here I come
sneakers
They ain't getting money like a
Pre-nun, see it going around, tea cups
G thing travie got her in her G-string
And I could make her sing like T-Pain
the new J's and new jeans on, it's what I wanted at the time
As a pre-teen, pretend I'm a star
Pretty model in a G-string, sitting on top the car
With
Gene, looking like they worth G's
Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em pass
So tell me where can I find 'em
and Atlanta Freaknik
All the girls, in G-strings and thongs
If you would, please just sing along
[Chorus]
that Ass
A tendant G-String
With the Kupri Pants
Where Yo nigga at
O That's Yo man
Tell yo girlfriend
play it off
And Write cha number
in my hand
you
go in raw and seed it
Pop a couple of these bands, she poppin' open that G-string
Pussy wet as a pool, and Juicy J's in the deep end
Bands a make her
before you leave me
Like we're just crying off a liquor kiss
Spring my g-string
Forget about the phone when I ring
Grooving at the backseat, move up
bitten: „Mach dich frei!“
In Geschenkpapier mit Schleife find' ich sie so wonderbra
Nach dem G-String ich begreife: Alles da, wo's immer war
Mon amour,
a g-string all up in that salty crack
I said, "shit! I need to piss but I'll be back!"
That night was a fuckin jol, think it was a Thursday
Dj bumped some
grown, rebelling
Ain't no telling what I'd be pussy selling (huh) never would I
Instead I wore a g-string
Thought never could I
Thought I had to, to be
meanings
Freak when I see things, like this chick in a g-string
Can I touch you friend?
Beat boy, beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that perfect,
Make it clap,tune it up and shake it a lil' faster
One cheek at a time,left cheek,right cheek,do it all to da beat
It's easier on ya g-string, and you
ass like them G strings is
She is my favorite drug, so is the purple
So I get 'em both together then I blaze 'em up
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Rashad:]
get yours
Bout to make yo' ass love it
Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin hustlin
Attention all y'all players and pimps
Right now in
The ladies they fein' and double team in g strings and bras
Make 'em scream like electric strings guitars
Don't hate on the squad 'cause my niggas is stars
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