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Honey
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Thugman
作詞:Patrick Charles, Robert Diggs, Melissa Elliott, Derrick Harris, Jason Hunter, Corey Smith, Corey Woods
Yeah, this one right here's for my thugs Thug lovin', puttin' it down for ya little lady at the crib Thug in the streets, man under the sheets, ha ha, yeah
I'm in love with a thug (Whoo) I can't help it girl, he treats me so good (Aha) In the street, he gets respect from his peers (Whoo) Known for months but it feel like it's been years Aha, ha (Come on)
In a situation, any guy that holler at me Is real confrontation (Aha) Thug lovin' is my baby's job occupation (Yeah) And he good at what he do and great at havin' relation (Whoo) Ahaha (Come on)
Thugs give good lovin' (Oh!) Whoa, you're supersonic The way he treats me different (Aha) Ooh, like he bionic Yeah, he work that (Yeah) I say yeah, he's so perfect (Oh!)
I used to be scared of thugs (Oh!) I was told that thugs don't know how to love (Aha) They say they beat, they cheat, they talk to girls like shit (Oh!)
But my man respect me 'cos I'm oh, down (Uh, oh) Aha, ha (Come on) I wasn't anticipating (Oh!) That if I fell in love with a thug that I would end up dating (I like this)
Instead he blew my mind and treated me like a queen (Oh!) He run these streets but he know how to treat me, aah (This one right)
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Thugs give good lovin' (Come on) Whoa, you're supersonic (Aha) The way he treats me different (Whoo) Ooh, like he bionic (I said) Yeah, he work that (Oh, yeah) I say yeah, he's so perfect (Oh, I like this)
I'm in love with a thug 'cos he make me feel right Wish I could explain what he make me feel like Yeah, and my friends don't like 'Cos he hot on the block and he be ridin' ninja bikes, yeah
Let me get it sizzlin' on the mic Like an M C with no deal tryin' to get New York hype (Yeah, oh) Let me clear my windpipe Man got a pipe that I blow out every night (Yeah, oh)
Heard it first here (Oh!) I'm the best here (Oh!) Come over here (Oh!) Now thugs in here (Oh!) Front to the rear (Oh!) Craig Mack gon' put the flava in ya ear
He ain't got time to keep bustlin' in lines Blowin' ya minds, cuttin' that circumsize (Yeah) Play it wise 'cause I'm in love with a thug Occupyin' my time (Come on)
Thugs give good lovin' (Yeah) Whoa, you're supersonic (Aha) The way he treats me different (And) Ooh, like he bionic (I said) Yeah, he work that (Oh, he work that) I say yeah, he's so perfect (Oh, let the track play)
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