Текст, перевод и аккорды “Thug Love”
- What y’all know about this fab s***, huh? T.E., baby, come on, uh-huh Trackmasters, uh-huh Look we can shop together mama, his and hers Fifth Av. s*** 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 a’ight, I play the block I ain’t the type to punch a clock I’m the type to put the pedal to the floor and then drop I live life in the fast lane, I make a grove of hash Hustle hard for cash so I could spoil that a** It’s like she loves me, she loves me not ‘Cause her friends pump her head full of bulls*** a lot I gave her jewels that I call her for jokes Chanel bags I bought from boosters, to the hood I introduced her She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me People sayin’ if I get knocked she ain’t gon’ write me The sick part is all that bulls*** excites me 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 thugged-out, no-good baby A-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 bein’ a 9 to bein’ a dime You complain that we don’t spend time When I’m OT on the grind, goin’ 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 parlayin’ with another chick and s*** get ugly She wanna flip, threaten to run keys across my Whip Try to burn a n**** with some hominy grits 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 feelin’, n****s say that I’m illin’ I sip Cristy till I’m pissy like a staircase in your building, what 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 thugged-out, no-good baby 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 thugged-out, no-good baby 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 it’s jealousy 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
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