Remy Ma - Thug Love lyrics

rate me

Let me make love, love to you

Let me thrill you with my song

Let me replace the love and the faith...

Could it be your fallin in love

With a thug right now,

Could it be your fallin in love

With a thug's life style

Could it be your fallin in love

Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow

Could it be, it can't be hun I'm callin ya bluff

I must be high off this weed cuz I ain't fallin in love

All that I eva dreamed off was fuckin a thug

So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs

Be up in the benz chillin rollin ya blunts

Have the Spanish mommies illin cuz I'm sittin in front

And niggas on the block sick like what chu doin wit that spic

Ya'll know Puetro Ricans and Blacks make the cutest kids

Ya hair, my eyes, ya nose, and my lips

If it's a boy I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick

Shit to tell the truth with you I know I'm safe

And another nigga frontin and get blown in his face

And I like that

You give me love and I give it right back

But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon fight back

Hun you got dough, and you know I got a nice stack

So when you mad, go ahead take ya ice back

I just throw on some lipstick and the Stylistics "Break-up to Make-up"

And you know I hook a steak up

Take you breakfast in bed, nigga soon as you wake up

Get my jewls back and take another trip to see Jacob

Lovin the way I do this for you

And every kiss that I blew Poppy Chew was a kiss for you

Stayed true, Faithful, you can never say I played you,

cuz you ma boo and I can never say I hate you...

Could it be your fallin in love

With a thug right now,

Could it be your fallin in love

With a thug's life style

Could it be your fallin in love

Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow

I swept you offa ya feet, you was just walkin crossin the street

And you was talkin to me or was it my boys in the jeep

Either or she said she loved the way I play ball

Go after the bigger niggas even though there was nice and tall

Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checkin'my drawers

Up North style right next to ma boys, just the little things would impress her alot

Like when I let her sit in the lex tryna guess where its at

God blessed her with ass, she had the perfect mix, she thought marnia was an Indian twist

She had the cinnamon lips the edge was rimmy and crisp

I thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips

I never had a clue that she wanna ride for me, But I'm like Darnell shorty had eyes for me

Its a quarter passed one but thats another song, what was wrong?

What took so long to put a brotha on, It was't long before we start bumpin'and Grindin'

Crushin her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming

Bustin' her hymen the sight of sex she start bustin out cryin'

Her bus went by and she was ready up in there rydin'

Cussin' and wildin' in the back on the porch

Whose pussy is this?

Could it be your fallin in love

With a thug right now,

Could it be your fallin in love

With a thug's life style

Could it be your fallin in love

Right now, Right now, Right Nooooow