Thug Song lyrics

"Thug Song"
(feat. Boosie)

pus*y higher like yeah, yeah
(Let the band play)

[Boosie:]
Came in the studio to drop a thug song
(Drop a thug song)
Heard the beat and switched it up, I'm like (I'm like)
sh*t, this b*tch might be a love song
(b*tch might be a love song)
So many miles away (Miles away)

Came in this b*tch to write a thug song
(Came in this b*tch to write a thug song)
Heard the beat and switched it up thinkin' 'bout her, I'm like (Ooh)
Man this b*tch might be a love song
(b*tch might be a love song)
So many miles away (Miles away)

Girl we been f*ckin' round a minute
And I f*ck you so one hundred
Girl you know you miss this di*k
Distant lover, why you runnin'
You act funny but it'll be all gone (All gone) All gone
If I breathe on your pus*y, with your drawers on
b*tch you won't leave your drawers on
I call, I get denied talk (Yeah, yeah) You get drunk
Now you wanna f*ck me on the iPhone
She stayin' naked on my iPhone
I was gon' rap about my dawgs and chasin' [?]
But I heard the beat and all I could think about is this b*tch from the back

Callin' me zaddy
It's kinda hard to keep my mind off
Your lovin' never gets old
It's kinda hard to keep my hands off

Came in this b*tch to write a thug song (Yeah, yeah)
Heard the beat and switched it up, I'm like
Man this b*tch might be a love song
So many miles away (Miles away)

[Trina:]
(Trina)
We been f*ckin' round for a minute
And I f*ck you so one hundred
But you know you miss this pus*y
Distant runner, why you runnin'
You act funny but it could be all gone (All gone, all gone)
And if I breathe up on that di*k, with them boxers on
That di*k gon' be all gone
You wanna take me out (f*ck me down)
Buy me bags (f*ck me down)
Throw me stacks (f*ck me down)
[?] trips, where's the ring (I'll be your queen)

You wanna take me out (f*ck me down)
Buy me bags (f*ck me down)
Throw me stacks (f*ck me down)
[?] trips, where's the ring (And you'll be my king)

[Boosie:]
Came in this b*tch to write a thug song (Ooh)
Heard the beat and switched it up, I'm like
Man this b*tch might be a love song (Ooh)
So many miles away (Ooh)

Callin' me zaddy
It's kinda hard to keep my mind off
Your lovin' never gets old
It's kinda hard to keep my hands off

pus*y wet in a whip, then we slide through the city
In the backseat, slide up the crop top
Suck a boss di*k in a drop top
Well you suck a boss di*k in a drop top
She a-suck a boss di*k in a drop top