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
girls chillin, caught my attention. I was hangin with my fellas, thats when I wanted to approach you, Get to know you. Baby can I get cha number, catch a readin?, G-String
[Chorus: Russell Lee] She's in love with a hustla She don't be messing with them suckas Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string on And
feel 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
Get it honney tell inning to winning Run miles and miles to the speaker Super-propelicker it’s the sound of the zeekers Oh! Verse 2: gollie g Gollie g
be doin her she thing On some mya shit, like "it’s all about me" see? I bleed things, blunt slicer on my keyrings Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin
you can see 'em when I say 'em My songs like movies you can see 'em when you play them If a nigga want beef, when I see 'em I'ma spray 'em For six g's
doe while I'm fuckin your broke ho Yo don't u get the picture niggaz can't touch me Cuz I don't give a fuck G I'll get u touched B I got choice ripple
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 nigga
could spend my whole life good will hunting Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumming She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string And up top, unh
raw Do I have to convince ya naw We don't need hotel key We jump in the truck and stay in everything up Slide your g string Let's get it on in
through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat What ya.. know, I'm tha one from tha T.C. Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G) On fire,
talk, they probably cry Like the strings on the guitar And see you, you with that bullshit that's leighway to the do' Only to cut off the lights, g'night
play me like Jim Carrey and pull some dumber and dumber shit Stomp me like a step show (grab hold) then I let go (Flows) split that ass like g-strings
!!! After party in the hotel lobby, Then we off to the room, like vroom! Put them fingers in your mouth, uh, open up your blouse And pull that g-string
memorial For makaveli and big pop, g-g-g-g-g! Young homie got shit locked, public enemy #1 Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-units All black
mirror) Something on my waist niggas can't get near us Bitches 'round me shakin ass like Shakira Niggas poppin' Chrystal everytime they hear us I stay on niggas mind like a new era [Chorus:] G
] [Verse 3:] She's my star, my light, starry night, aviator shades, cause she shine so bright Beats on the G5, songs I write, just so I can take her on a G