| It’s crazy, you’re still pretty when you cry
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| We got London on the track
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| She want that thug love, yeah
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| But this ain’t no fucking love song
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| It’s crazy you’re still pretty when you cry
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| Push your panty strings over to the side
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| Gon' wake up and hit it, while you got your thong on, yeah
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| You tellin' me that you want thug love
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| But you don’t even kiss me when we making love
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| And that’s how I knew that you was a thug
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| I cannot blame you
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| I can’t even lie, I was the same, too
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| I might be the reason, yeah, I changed you
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| Girl, I never meant to play you
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| Now you don’t trust niggas (Trust niggas)
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| The same way I don’t trust bitches (Fuck bitches)
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| I ain’t gon' lie, I was a dog, nigga (Dog)
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| A thug nigga with a heart (A thug nigga with a heart)
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| Niggas finna send shots tryna get even
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| Headshot, leave you like a vegetable with needles, yeah
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| Rattin', that’s gon' make them niggas run up on your people, yeah, yeah
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| Can’t be eatin' on no cheese, that’s illegal, nah
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| I just wanna be a rock star like The Beatles
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| I ain’t no fucking stuntman, Evel Knievel
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| But I can get you stuck, man, fuck is you thinking, nigga?
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| Shooting like a Jumpman, 23 'em, yeah, yeah
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| Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
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| Yeah, okay, I used to bust juggs with my right hand
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| Yeah, okay, I used to bag it up with my left hand
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| To this day I never read the Bible so I might sin, yeah
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| Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
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| I ain’t wanna be a pain, never do it right, yeah
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| I just hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me
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| 'Cause I swear I already know that nigga’s grimy
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| Yeah, that’s how I feel, nigga
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| I fucked a lot of niggas' bitches and they still with 'em
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| And all the niggas that’s with me, they was there since lil' niggas
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| And they the type to go catch a body and not tell niggas
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| But it’s so hard to tell, though
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| I just hope you never tell, though, yeah, yeah
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| Ah, ah, just hold it down, yo, yeah, yeah
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| Ah, ah, stick to the damn code, yeah, yeah
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| I cheated on my girl so she want
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| All of— All of my passcodes
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| I was a asshole, I made up time for her
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| Bought her Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Tom Ford, yeah
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| But you say you want thug love (Say you want thug love)
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| But this ain’t no fucking love song, yeah, yeah (Ain't no fuckin' love song)
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| Ah, ah, pretty when you cry, ah (Pretty when you cry)
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| Pullin' on your panty strings, put 'em to the side, oh
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| Wake up, hit it while you still got your thong on, yeah, nah, nah (While you
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| got your thong on)
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| You say you want thug love, you don’t (You want thug love)
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| Even kiss me when we make love, oh, yeah, yeah (Kiss me when we make love)
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| You say that I’m a dog, oh
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| But you don’t even kiss when we make love, oh |