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Thug Love

Let me make love, love to you

Let me thrill you with my song

Let me replace the love and the faithCould it be, you're fallin' in love

With a thug right now

Could it be you're fallin' in love

With a thug's life style

Could it be you're fallin' in love

Right now, right now, right nowCould it be, it can't be Pun I'm callin' ya bluff

I must be high off this weed 'cuz I ain't fallin' in love

All that I eva dreamed of was fuckin' a thug

So I could bust a few slugs and sell a little drugs

Be up in the Benz, chillin', rollin' ya blunts

Have the Spanish mommies illi' 'cuz I'm sittin' in frontAnd niggas on the block sick like what cha doin' wit that spic

Y'all don't know? Puerto Ricans and blacks make the cutest kids

Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips

If it's a boy, I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick, shit

To tell the truth with you. I know, I'm safe and another nigga

Frontin' and get blown in his face and I like thatYou give me love and I give it right back

But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon' fight back

Pun you got dough and you know, I got a nice stack

So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice back

I just throw on some lipstick and the stylistics break up to make upAnd you know, I hook a steak up, take you breakfast in bed

Nigga, soon as you wake up, get my jewels back

And take another trip to see Jacob, lovin' the way I do this for you

And every kiss that I blew, poppy chew was a kiss for you

Stayed true, faithful, you can never say, "I played you"

'Cuz you ma boo and I can never say, "I hate you"Could it be, you're fallin' in love

With a thug right now

Could it be you're fallin' in love

With a thug's life style

Could it be you're fallin' in love

Right now, right now, right nowI swept you off ya feet, you was just walkin' crossin' the street

And you was talkin' to me or was it my boys in the jeep

Either or she said she loved the way I play ball

Go after the bigger niggas even though there was nice and tall

Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checkin' my drawersUp north style right next to ma boys, just the little things

Would impress her a lot like when I let her sit in the lex tryna

Guess, where it's at, God blessed her with ass

She had the perfect mix, she was Morena with an Indian twist

She had the cinnamon lips the edge was rimmy and crispI thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips

I never had a clue that she wanna ride with me but I'm like Darnell

Shorty had eyes for me, it's a quarter passed one

But that's another song, what was wrong? Why you took so long

To put a brotha on? It was't long before we start bumpin'and grindin'Crushin' her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming

Bustin' her hymen, the sight of sex she start bustin' out cryin'

Her bus went by and she was ready up in there rydin'

Cussin' and wildin', talkin' dirty in the back of the porch

Whose pussy is this? Come on, daddy, it's yoursCould it be, you're fallin' in love

With a thug right now

Could it be you're fallin' in love

With a thug's life style

Could it be you're fallin' in love

Right now, right now, right now

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