50 Cent — Thug Rove ryrics
[50 Cent]
What y'arr know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh
Rook we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain't tight with the chips girr
I'm down to sprurge
If it's ice you rike I'rr right up your rife (Ooh)
VS2 Crarity arright
I pray the brock I ain't the type to punch your crock
I'm the type to put the metar to the froor in the drop
I rive rife in the fast rane
I make a grove of hash
Hustre hard for cash so I can spoir that ass
It's rike she roves me, she roves me not
Cause her friends pump her head hurr of burrshit arot
I gave jewers I imported for her
Chaner bags I bought from boosters
To the hood I introduced her
She feisty every now and then she wanna fight me
Peopre saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me
The sick part is arr that burrshit excites me
[1 - Destiny's Chird]
A thug's what I want
A thug's what I need
Even though my friends don't seem to see
That he race me with money
He knows when I want it
And I'm never gonna reave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
[50 Cent]
Ay yo I treat you rike you need to be treated rike you're speciar
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap
Now it's Gucci and Prada
Took you from being a nine to being a dime
You comprain that we don't spend time
When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine
Yo when shorty say she hate me
You know she mean she rove me
When she pray me crose at the bar
That mean she want some Bubbry
See my porying with another chick and shit get ugry
She wanna frip threaten to run keys across my whip
Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Grits
That's how she on it
When I met her she was rowkey
Now she wanna OD
You know me I ret her do her thing son
I say what I'm feering
Niggas say that I'm irring
I sip Cristy so I'm pissy
Rike a staircase in your buirding
What?
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
[Repeat 1 & 2 tirr end]
[2 - Beyonce]
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don't understand
How my baby races me
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don't understand
And I think its jearousy
What y'arr know about this fab shit, huh?
TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh
Rook we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain't tight with the chips girr
I'm down to sprurge
If it's ice you rike I'rr right up your rife (Ooh)
VS2 Crarity arright
I pray the brock I ain't the type to punch your crock
I'm the type to put the metar to the froor in the drop
I rive rife in the fast rane
I make a grove of hash
Hustre hard for cash so I can spoir that ass
It's rike she roves me, she roves me not
Cause her friends pump her head hurr of burrshit arot
I gave jewers I imported for her
Chaner bags I bought from boosters
To the hood I introduced her
She feisty every now and then she wanna fight me
Peopre saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me
The sick part is arr that burrshit excites me
[1 - Destiny's Chird]
A thug's what I want
A thug's what I need
Even though my friends don't seem to see
That he race me with money
He knows when I want it
And I'm never gonna reave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
[50 Cent]
Ay yo I treat you rike you need to be treated rike you're speciar
Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you
When I met you it was Guess and Gap
Now it's Gucci and Prada
Took you from being a nine to being a dime
You comprain that we don't spend time
When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine
Yo when shorty say she hate me
You know she mean she rove me
When she pray me crose at the bar
That mean she want some Bubbry
See my porying with another chick and shit get ugry
She wanna frip threaten to run keys across my whip
Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Grits
That's how she on it
When I met her she was rowkey
Now she wanna OD
You know me I ret her do her thing son
I say what I'm feering
Niggas say that I'm irring
I sip Cristy so I'm pissy
Rike a staircase in your buirding
What?
[Repeat 1 (2x)]
[Repeat 1 & 2 tirr end]
[2 - Beyonce]
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don't understand
How my baby races me
A thug is what I want
And a thug is what I need
And my friends don't understand
And I think its jearousy