Thug Love Lyrics

Know you can't help who you love baby

And that's why God made all these thugs baby

When you need someone to thug with ya

That's why God made all these thug niggaz

I don't need a pad or no muthafuckin' pencil

I get in the booth and tell the truth, it help me vent too

Label you a thug from what it was that we had went through

For the ones dead I hold my head and we gone get through

Gotta take a risk you on yo dick and they won't lift you

You ain't on they mind unless you shining they forget you

Giving thug love to all the ones who too official

Giving thug love to all the ones who too official

If shit was perfect bro wouldn't be serving soft all day

I served everything except my purpose in them hallways

The streets, cutting niggaz life's short but give 'em long days

The streets, where we meet the false idols that we all praise

At least, 10 niggaz in my city that my calls saved

At least, 10 niggaz in my city that my dawgs sprayed

Pitching for the A, cause round my way these niggaz all brave

Spending all his time in over grinding, hope my dawg save

It's apes killing apes, I guess that Bape told us the wrong thang

I be giving bitches fake digits and the wrong name

I ain't finna risk it boy that kitten get a dog slain

Seen niggaz pretend and hit they closest friend from long range

Penitentiary chances hoping life advances

Whip the white and hope it dances so the price enhances

For the foreign or a mansion niggaz swiping scamming

For the formula and pampers I just might get savage

Tryna micromanage

So if some shit is big to me then I just might go Manning

Throwing bullets under pressure I don't like no scrambling

Stay in my pocket like these blues

So how you like yo sandwich

I'm getting bread, I'm getting cheese, and if they let us

Put some chicken in the mix, I love this shit just like a fetish

All them nights I had to fight all of my demons won't forget it

And the day I'm finally able to get even won't regret it

I don't need a pad or no muthafuckin' pencil

I get in the booth and tell the truth, it help me vent too

Label you a thug from what it was that we had went through

For the ones dead I hold my head and we gone get through

Gotta take a risk you on yo dick and they won't lift you

You ain't on they mind unless you shining they forget you

Giving thug love to all the ones who too official

Giving thug love to all the ones who too official

I don't need a pad or no muthafuckin' pencil

I get in the booth and tell the truth, it help me vent too

Label you a thug from what it was that we had went through

For the ones dead I hold my head and we gone get through

We gone get through

We gone get through, Oou

We gone get through, Oou

Yeah yeah