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    50 Cent / Lyrics

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    "Thug Love" Lyrics

    50 Cent feat. Destiny's Child

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, R&B
    Duration:00:03:15
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    What y'all know about this kinda shit, huh?
    TE baby, come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh

    [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
    Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
    Fifth Ave shit baby, Fendi furs
    I ain't tight with the chips girl
    I'm down to splurge
    If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (Ooh)
    VS2 Clarity alright
    I play the block I ain't the type to punch a clock
    I'm the type to put the pedal to the floor in the drop
    I live life in the fast lane
    I mix dro with hash
    Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
    It's like she loves me, she loves me not
    Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit alot
    I gave jewels I imported from Joe
    Chanel bags I bought from boosters
    To the hood I introduced her
    She feisty, every now and then she wanna fight me
    People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me
    The sick part is all that bullshit excites me

    [Chorus: Beyonce]
    A thug's what I want
    A thug's what I need
    Even though my friends don't seem to see
    That he lace me with money
    He knows when I want it
    And I'm never gonna leave my baby
    My thug don't no good, baby

    [Verse 2: 50 Cent]
    Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special
    Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
    When I met you it was Guess and Gap
    Now it's Gucci and Prada
    Took you from being a nine to being a dime
    You complain that we don't spend time
    When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine
    Yo when shorty say she hate me
    You know she mean she love me
    When she play me close at the bar
    That mean she want some Bubbly
    See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly
    She wanna flip threaten to run keys across my whip
    Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Briss
    That's how she on it
    When I met her she was low key
    Now she wanna OD
    You know me I let her do her thing son
    I say what I'm feeling
    Niggas say that I'm illing
    I sip Cristy so I'm pissy
    Like a staircase in your building
    Whaa

    [Chorus: x2 Beyonce]
    A thug's what I want
    A thug's what I need
    Even though my friends don't seem to see
    That he lace me with money
    He knows when I want it
    And I'm never gonna leave my baby
    My thug don't no good, baby

    [Bridge Fader: x2 Beyonce]
    A thug is what I want
    And a thug is what I need
    And my friends don't understand
    How my baby laces me
    A thug is what I want
    And a thug is what I need
    And my friends don't understand
    And I think its jealousy
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Curtis James Jackson, Brian Anthony Kierulf, Joshua M. Schwartz, Rashad Smith, Nycolia Turman.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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