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Trick Daddy( Maurice Young )
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Thugs About - (featuring Dirt Bag)
Lyricist:Jermany James, Andre Lyons, Marcello Valenzano, Maurice Young
Good God Yo Trick, I think we done it, did it again man, of course Miami's finest, T double D, y'all know who we be
I wanna be your homie, your homie, love and friend I wanna be your boy that you holla late night on the weekends (Oh baby) I wanna be the G that your girlfriends brag about That's what I'm talkin' bout Oh girl, come and let me show you what a thug's about
I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar And start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga Though I'll prolly go to bay harbor about Gucci, Louis, or Prada For my wife son or daughter, yeah
They gon' talk about us, you should expect that Look at them bitches, they broke, they can't afford this They still livin' with they momma and they wonder why niggaz fuck 'em And won't do nothin' for 'em
Pump ya brakes lil' mama, some are down to bitch Stay out my face if you ain't got shit, good to say And my wife don't like ya Matter of fact and when she see ya, she might wanna fight ya
Ho, I tried to keep it real witcha But by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya Bitch you got real issues and I'm a real nigga Deal wit' 'em and I wanna chill witcha
I wanna be your homie, your homie, love and friend I wanna be your boy that you holla late night on the weekends (Oh baby) I wanna be the G that your girlfriends brag about That's what I'm talkin' bout Oh girl, come and let me show you what a thug's about
Now you ain't neva had a stunna, you ain't neva had a gunna You ain't neva had a dirty ass, gangsta, motherfucker Now you glad you did, first you was scared Poppin' champagne bottles, go on take a swig
You see, this life I live is for the real and not the fake So, when we walk the streets girl I'll make ya feel safe, huh I know you lovin' how I'm thuggin' all day Your momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payed
Say my name and watch how ya friends act Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I got a brother and a cousin they can get at First you was shuddered wit niggaz that get in trouble Then I got you in the cover no other did it so betta
Tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me I ain't worryin' about yo 'exes' come flex with me Yee, girl, what's up You lookin' for love and now you found it in the hood
I wanna be your homie, your homie, love and friend I wanna be your boy that you holla late night on the weekends (Oh baby) I wanna be the G that your girlfriends brag about That's what I'm talkin' bout Oh girl, come and let me show you what a thug's about
You see the problem is you accept too many promises And you subject yourself where you can't help yourself But I'm here to help, so tell the busta to step And baby, have no fear 'cuz 'Thug Life' is here
And I got a remedy for you to get replenished in But hot showers, clean towels, and a double hennessey And I hope you got plenty energy 'Cuz when K-9 these felines, shit gets finicky
Anyways, I got plenty ways to make you stay But I'ma keep it straight, it's better that way I'm better gettin' wetter that way And I'm bigger than ya last and we gon' need magnum
In fact, I'm ready right now We can get butt naked and I'll hit it right now But we homies, so let's stay homies Conversation only, okay, homie
I wanna be your homie, your homie, love and friend I wanna be your boy that you holla late night on the weekends (Oh baby) I wanna be the G that your girlfriends brag about That's what I'm talkin' bout Oh girl, come and let me show you what a thug's about
I wanna be your homie, your homie, love and friend I wanna be your boy that you holla late night on the weekends (Oh baby) I wanna be the G that your girlfriends brag about That's what I'm talkin' bout Oh girl, come and let me show you what a thug's about
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