What yall know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs
I aint tight with the chips girl
Im down to splurge
If its ice you like Ill light up your life (Ooh)
VS2 Clarity alright
I play the block I aint the type to punch your clock
Im the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane
I make a grove of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
Its like she loves me, she loves me not
Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot
I gave jewels I imported for her
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 aint gon write me
The sick part is all that bullshit excites me
A thugs what I want
A thugs what I need
Even though my friends dont seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And Im never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like youre special
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap
Now its Gucci and Prada
Took you from being a nine to being a dime
You complain that we dont spend time
When Im 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
Thats how she on it
When I met her she was lowkey
Now she wanna OD
You know me I let her do her thing son
I say what Im feeling
Niggas say that Im illing
I sip Cristy so Im pissy
Like a staircase in your building
What?
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends dont understand
How my baby laces me
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends dont understand
And I think its jealousy
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