Testi:
G Strings

and take off all your clothes With trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum, She's so good, make a dead man come Pasties and a G-string, beer and

la fin) Du coup j'ai du changer de chemin (Changer de chemin) H Magnum J'ai vu Paris rouler du cul me faire du rentre dedans Avec un string ridicule

was 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

mutha 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

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

thang off the stage Make these fellas go wild Work that thang like it's goin' outta style Cause ya look so cute With ya long boots and ya g-string suit

relatives just visit While I kick back laughing like Robin Quivers You trippers asking the assassin to pass you a ration Hand you an aspirin, you assin' with a g-string

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