to change Just don?t leave me [2] Strings, strings or no strings Baby I?ll do anything To get your love back There could be strings Or no strings attached
that k you a dog When you getting' that dick from the back you're a broad you was a man puttin' niggas under white sheets now that g-string up your ass
washed up niggas im the new thang they couldnt catch me wit a knot in my shoe string and while were on the subject check out my shoe game there's four g
to eat me [Chorus] Girl I don't pay for weed, I get in clubs free In V.I.P. and we drinking bubbly It's so fat, to be in G-Strings And it's so swoll
ausdenke, ja ich habe Grundsatze ich hab Prinzipien, nicht so wie du Gay, komm erhang dich an nem G-String, die Strassennutten wollen alle hoch hinaus
do! [Chorus] [Verse 3] [FKI] Poppin' that pussy's a dance for the ladies Straight from the South, into the 90's Freaky bitches are the ones I like In G-strings
drunk as fuck A nigga bored as hell, so I hit the club Gave a bitch five for a table-top dance She took off her g-string and shook her ass Baby, all
fuck pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a
we ask 'um But back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang First its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh) We leave it up to me then we do
baby, (Come On!) Now drop baby, work, block baby (Come On!) Now bop, jiggy, jiggy bop, bop baby (Come On!) [Kangol Slim] Oh, I like a bitch with a G-string
and round with that grindin' motion, down to the floor I know the panties you wearin' helpin' that thang look fine It's got to be dem G-string 'cause
make that booty drop If you want this pay You got to work baby, I ain't goin' any way It ain't 'bout no hand-out It's 'bout g-strings and booty-cheeks
Cause I know that 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
it hot Alright Movin' down the motorway Got a whole lotta booze Got myself a sweet little number Got nothin' to lose I'm gonna bend you like a G-string
, c'mon!] (Jajajajajaja!) Baby, dame un chin Y a la cama rompale el "spring" Que esta noche nos vemos en el "ring" Con ese g-string, pa' tu gato tengo
London And, mi see gal from Birmingham 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
this, come holla at me I need them girls [Verse 3: Beenie Man] Cau mi love how yuh jeans just siddung pon yuh, and how yuh G-string just lay dung pon
word of mouth The UGK tape and Scarface will turn ya out I was like 13 thirsting for a good beat Scoping for a studio talkin' bout I spit heat Like Ball & G
