50 Cent - Thug Love lyrics

Artist:
50 Cent
Album:
Power Of The Dollar
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[50 Cent]
What y'all 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 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 aight?
I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock
I'm the type to put the pedal 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
It's like she loves me, she loves me not
Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit alot
I gave her 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 ain't gon write me,
The sick part is,
all that bullshit excites me

1 - [Destiny's Child]
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

[50 Cent]
Ay yo
I treat you how 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 cross 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
What?

Repeat 1 (2x)

Repeat 1 & 2 till end

2 ?[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
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