| Maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Ever since I was a young scrub
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| I was a thug on the corner with my niggas slangin' drugs
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| And runnin' from the narcs when they pass by, don’t ask why
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| I’m a hustler, 'til my ass die
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| Even if I do come up, I’ll be ready when they run up, huh
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| I’ll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
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| I never trust these hoes at all
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| Fuckin' with them tramp ass sluts who supposed to fall
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| Said she played you for your money, but the shit was cool
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| Guess it’s true, niggas be bitches too
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| You can’t see how she worked you all up in the skirt
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| Now you lookin' like a jerk 'cause she hurts you
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| Now hands up, don’t be a playa hater, just peep game
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| Keep your mind on your money, watch the bitch change
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| See hoes love thugs and thugs love loot
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| Hand it over motherfucker 'fore I shoot, who do you love?
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me, maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Tell me who do you love?
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me, maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Who do you love?
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me, maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Tell me who do you love?
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me, maybe it’s the thug in me
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| I’m livin' that, thug life baby!
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| Steady smokin' Indo, goin' crazy
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| Baby come and hug me when you rub me, turn the lights down
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| We in the dark, do you love me?
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| Everybody’s talkin' 'bout they know me
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| But they ain’t down like my motherfuckin' homies
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| Tell me what you need when you see me
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| And we can get it on, biatch, take it easy
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| Don’t try to hold me, control me
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| But you can take my number, baby, call me when you’re lonely
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| 'Cause it’s a man’s world, ain’t no need to ask why
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| I’m high 'til I die and strapped with my .45
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| 'Cause you can lose it in the gutter
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| I wonder if I’ll die by the hands of another broke motherfucker
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| They call me the alcoholer, I’m all in
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| Thug for life, nigga, ballin'
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| I’m gettin' tired of these hoes tryna play me
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| You can’t fade me and my niggas goin' crazy
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| All day long I’m straight thuggin', and constantly mean muggin'
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| Breakin' the bitches that be buggin', tell me who do you love?
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me, maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Tell me who do you love?
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me, maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Who do you love?
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me, maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Tell me who do you love?
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| Maybe it’s the thug in me, maybe it’s the thug in me
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| Who do you love? |