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Thug Chick - текст песни



Thug Chick


I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail


and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer


and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV


and Paris Hilton get paid to play, that's how I like it








I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch








Give me a, country girl with tits like Ali


Ghetto as fuck with a face like Halle


In the club she likes to get rowdy


And only fuck with thugs cause you know she 'bout it


I like 'em black, Puerto Rican, white, Haitian


Asian, Columbian, latino, Jamaican


Attitude like Wendy Williams, a ride or die chick


Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss


Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me


Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for me


Go to school, go to work, talk proper


Problems in the hood man shorty got the chopper


Get your nails done, get your hair fixed


Play it how it go, fuck it, ice up your wrists


Be a thug chick, keep it real miss


Tattoos, custom golds, you a boss bitch














Look - mami in the club and she shakin like she workin


Look - mami movin right, man I'm likin how she twerkin


Man she do it all night, like she ride with a purpose


And like Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy


Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple


I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk you


I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances


She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah


Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla


Buyin drinks, writin phone numbers a hundred dollars


I'ma tell you like this, I ain't gotta do shit


Cause she catch cold chills when she glance at the wrist - heyy


Mami got the Louis with the Prada on her hip


And them six inch heels got her flossin so sick


And them Christian Dior's lookin good on her frame


I like how you move, keep doin yo' thang














Do that dance


Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!


Do that dance


Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!



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