Lyrics:
I'm bound
Caught up
Aha
Was bound to be
Don't you know that
Our love
Was bound to be
You go from 1 to 3
It's just like 'Air on a G String'
Easy
gauch bag, bitch, so I can get paid
Take off your g-string droors
Bitch, eat your Wheaties cause I don't pause
What are ya laughing at, ain't a damn thing
thang, don't be scared, 'cause you gon' get served
You get mine, then you gon' get yours
Bout to make your ass love it
Raise it up, show your G-string
thang, don't be scared, 'cause you gon' get served
You get mine, then you gon' get yours
Bout to make your ass love it
Raise it up, show your G-string
Real g's roll with thugs that a make you bleed
You got a problem talk to the niggas I feed
I'll mack ya momma if the pussy was cool
G strings up the ass
that money under that skirt
Take it off, baby, let me see
You might get a lil' mo' lucci
G-string havin' oh so much fun
Playin' inside between them
I'm runnin' laps 'round these bitches
When I'm bored nigga
Silent killers get it poppin nigga gang gang
Got my foot up in your ass like a g-string
Bull-shit 'cause they don't want it
Ooooh, don't let me sing, I'm peaking
I'm freakin, get in that ass like a G-String
And that you don't need
We'll be
that money under that skirt
Take it off, baby, let me see
You might get a lil' mo' lucci
G-string havin' oh so much fun
Playin' inside between them
And run the tongue on the g-string draws
And tease the kitty just a little
Then stick my pole in the middle
Before I hit, let me ask
Did the dogs done
fa sho, cowgirl
She is a cowgirl, a g-string drawas girl
See how much I can fit, off into her jaws girl
A everyday, shopping at the mall girl
Not too
bling
Pa' llevarme un par de g-strings
Lo que tengo es una puka que me costó un peso
Y por eso no me la quieran dar
Así que por la espalda le voy
love hoes in them g-strings and bow legged so help me God
My dick get hard
See you noticed
Most hoes stay focused
Below the abdomen
Her bell
Ding-ding, hit 'em like, bing-bing
Eat 'em like, B-King, yet wit' no seasoning-bee sting
Which yo girl dressed in a g-string she's swingin'
My way shorty
G-string up the ass with the big fat clitoris
Drinkin that Colt 45 'cause she's a gangsta bitch
I love my neener and my neener loves me muthafucka?s think
that g-string, baby,
'Cause you know you look real crazy,
And you gon' be my hoe maybe
I just don't like this nigga.
Yo, Mike Fresh, let's just
'Cause they don't want it
Ooh, don't let me sing
I'm peaking
I'm freakin'
Get in that ass like a G-String
And that you don't need
We'll be blowin' up
you is a freak
So let a brother lick them paws
And run the tongue on the g-string draws
And tease the kitty just a little
Then stick my pole in
to be dem G-string 'cause I ain't seen no panty line
For those of y'all who don't know, just what that Puddin Tame mean,
It's that monkey, that kitty cat,
hold tight
But only if you allow me
Check this out
To turn off the lights
Like a male exotic dancer for you I'd dance
With nothing but a g-string
she can be my mistress
Pop the P, like it's just for me
'Bout three G's, hangin' out of G-string V
I don't see nothin' wrong wit the hump
Damn,
We'll go home and leave the lights on
Wear G-Strings and see-through tights oh
We'll make love and we'll have a ball
In the kitchen, against the wall
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Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle
Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags
On this beach, leave you
flirtin' with this pimpin' ain't yo'
I seen you pstin' winkin' at me when you grabbed yo' ankle
Ah she can't sang, but g-strings hangs
And it don't take
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