Baby, baby, you feel it, lady Can you feel it? Built to last, I'ma reduce competition Stretched like a G-string, stay in that ass Eliminate your words
With a stolen g-string, sporting a zirconia ring Out the cracker jack box Even though her private parts smell like an ox Open a window Fly rooms at the hyatt don't smell like this Air
air If you don't care, to ride a wheelchair Watch what hood you select Many niggaz get checked for the tat on they neck We got the cannabis bombay, G
catch me wit the next mans ladie drinking Don P. gettin bent crazy Cristal is for the ones that only drink babies yo I love hoes in them g-strings and
Black and beautiful Pink and fruitful G-string wid chains ta pull Show off cute girl Put up your hand and take hold your bull Silk you wear you no want
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 as A B C Too much of nothing
could spend my whole life good will hunting Only good gon? come is it?s good when I?m coming She got an ass that?ll swallow up her G-string And up top
heat (Through your air) What ya know, I'm tha one from tha T.C. Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (Any G) On fire, nigga, label, that's
The other strings open. in the chorus there is a flourish Which I play as em9 054030 and em7(2) 050430 to get back To the g Intro: g repeated to get
way she wobble and shake it (Shake dat thang) The way she wobble and shake it (For a lil' piece of change) The way she wobble and shake it (Let me see yo G-string
and workings just to make a debut Keep di clip in-a di g-string, ready to move So what you do is put your hand in-a di air And you bust your gunfinga,
hands in the air and represent with me Chrisstyle, Belve and Hennessey So bartender can you please keep the cups flowin' Ladies feel the rise when they start to grind G-string
Tussin and the morphine IV I be What they call an O-G bitch I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Now throw your hands in the air and
but never kissed it Do I have a girlfriend, 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
G d c2 Words that turned out to be as big as smoke Em d g Like smoke, disappears in the air C2 em d g There's always something smouldering somewhere *** chorus: D c2 g
or yuh Nike Air Mi nuh really bizniz weh yuh waan wear Show mi yuh cellular mi nuh dat yuh bare Whether yuh G string or yuh skin bare Eat up yuh heart
Cruisers You know I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee They can't get with the D-O double G You no o' me slash master ceremony Runnin thangs, pullin strings
it's the number one slut It's the trampasuars rex in a coke white dress All about his fedichini, it's Baby Basherenie Got the hoes at the club in G-string