Im A Thug

Trick Daddy

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    I don't know what this world's gonna bring
    But I know one thing that this is the life for me
    Baby, cause I'm a thug
    All day every day
    Baby, cause I'm a thug
    Wouldn't change for the world
    Uh huh, cause I'm a thug
    That's right you heard
    Baby, cause I'm a thug
    Uh huh oh, yeah

    Trick Daddy:
    (Check it out)
    Could it be my baggy jeans
    Or my gold teeth
    That make me different from ya'll
    Ain't trippin dog
    But listen dog
    I've been raised a little different yall
    I'm just doing my thang
    These are my ghetto slangs
    And I'm representing thug shit
    This who I roll with
    Watch them niggas that's gonna love this
    Niggas who out on bond
    On the run
    Got 10 years on parole
    Since you can't say it dog I'ma say it for ya'll
    Motherfuck the po-po's
    Fuck the judge and ceo's
    Fuck the da and po's
    Fuck the family of the victim
    Witness that's snitchin, ass hoes nigga

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    Trick Daddy:
    See I'm so tight
    Niggas be like
    That nigga got so many hoes
    And I know he got clout
    Look at his mouth
    That nigga got so many golds
    Niggas be tellin they hoes
    There's somethin up with that nigga
    Bitch I've been watchin you watchin him
    You must wanna fuck this motherfucker
    My name alone
    Been known to break up happy homes
    No disrespect dog but you aint have no business even answering her phone
    If your ass wasn't home
    Me and her been coulda get gettin it on
    And you couldn't have been hitting her right
    Cause every second night she been hitting the phones
    She want a thug

    Trick Daddy:
    Since ya'll niggas wanna smoke the blunts
    Tote the guns
    I'ma show you how to thug it dog
    Give me half a pill
    And some zephanyll
    And I'm like fuck it dog
    As long as my extasy got the best of me
    And none of you niggas aint stressin me
    I got one request in this bitch
    You can have the rest of this shit
    If a nigga drop some shit
    And it's wack as hell
    And don't make no damn sense
    Take it back
    Talk about it
    And tell your dog don't even buy that shit
    And I don't care who he is
    Or where he from
    I represent thug shit
    And you ain't gotta give me my props
    Or nominate me
    Cause, dammit, I love this

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    Composición: Van Hoy Rafe, Adam Ernest Duggins y Trick Daddy

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