Letras:
Air On A G String

photos Police escorts, everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This a fast life, we are on a crash course What you think I rap for, to push a

just spotted you Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone Bet a million and a half cash, I can

no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down south Oww! Pass that, give shorty a shot True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not I'm on E feelin

made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis Rag top, drop down, rollin' on

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

See a lot of niggas talking bout war, you understand what Im saying, war, but now as a nigga grow, he progreses and he has a lot more happier things

photos Police escorts, everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This a fast life, we are on a crash course What you think I rap for? To push a

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

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,