Cent - Thug Love текст песни

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