Mercedes - I Need A Thug Lyrics
Odell:Girl you know you need a thugGirl you know you need a thugGirl you know you need a thugVerse 1: (popeye)Forget your feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my toneUnderhanding me so poor when I speach in the phoneFeatured alone, to make it my business I caught your visionShinin while you were dining with homie and his religonHe isnt who you though he was, from second hand to man, caught a buzzHe dont deserve to ride with shorty causeEvery individual thug caught in a droughtNervous but yet about you, put your heart in my lapStart to adapt, but more that we touched you chose the right wayKillers that rome the streets and dont give a ***** what your knife sayWe might break, dont handle we follow within the moonResting beside the gun for the sun thats coming soonChorus: mercedes/(odell)You cant give a little(girl you know you need a thugYou know you need a thug)You cant give a little not just a little(girl you know you need a thugYou know you need a thug)You cant give a little(girl you know you need a thug)You can give a little not just a littleAnd assume that Im a give you what you needVerse 2: (mercedes)You got my head down and I still thinking I cant seeThis things not 69, its 68 owe, one you and meLately you aint been tryin to keep up with my loveIf you cant deal with the give and take then baby let me beI need a thug with a gangstas touchLets take a chance on raw romanceBaby blow my mind, I need you to speed it upDont slow down baby, lose this ladyKeep up with my stuffChorus: (mercedes/(odell)You cant give a little(girl you know you need a thugYou know you need a thug)You cant give a little not just a little(girl you know you need a thugYou know you need a thug)You cant give a little(girl you know you need a thug)You can give a little not just a littleMercedes/(odell)You cant give a little(girl you know you need a thugYou know you need a thug)You cant give a little not just a little(girl you know you need a thugYou know you need a thug)You cant give a little, not just a littleAnd assume that I will give into this loveMaster p talking:Whats up with them thuggettes out there?I need a thug, ya heard me?Ha, mercedes, thugged out.See what I mean bout being a thug?Nigga aint trying to hear all that hootin and hollerin.Fussin and fightin.Be bout your paper.Be down for your nigga.Yall niggas be down for your *****.Nigga, thats some thug shit.Whats up to all my mother*****ing thugs out there?My nigga popeye laying it down.With miss mercedes, odell.Thug nigga los on the beat.You know Im thugged out, mp.Ha ha.Nigga we thugs till eternity over here at no limit. (ugh!)And all yall real thug *****es. (where they at? )Aint nothin but thug love. (where them thug niggas at? )Yall know what I mean.Whats up, lets roll on these *****es (hoody hooo.)Get your money.Ha ha. (*****in paper.)Thug niggas and *****es. (get em up.)Floss your mother*****ing ice. (get em up.)Raise your rollies. (put em up in the air.)Cause it aint no mother*****ing limit. (hum bro.)R&b mixed with mother*****ing rap.Now thats thug shit, ha ha.I told ya nigga, it aint over.
