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Song title: Mercedes - I Need A Thug

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Odell:

Girl you know you need a thug
Girl you know you need a thug
Girl you know you need a thug

Verse 1: (popeye)

Forget your feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my tone
Underhanding me so poor when I speach in the phone
Featured alone, to make it my business I caught your vision
Shinin while you were dining with homie and his religon
He isnt who you though he was, from second hand to man, caught a buzz
He dont deserve to ride with shorty cause
Every individual thug caught in a drought
Nervous but yet about you, put your heart in my lap
Start to adapt, but more that we touched you chose the right way
Killers that rome the streets and dont give a fuck what your knife say
We might break, dont handle we follow within the moon
Resting beside the gun for the sun thats coming soon

Chorus: mercedes/(odell)

Verse 2: (mercedes)

You got my head down and I still thinking I cant see
This things not 69, its 68 owe, one you and me
Lately you aint been tryin to keep up with my love
If you cant deal with the give and take then baby let me be
I need a thug with a gangstas touch
Lets take a chance on raw romance
Baby blow my mind, I need you to speed it up
Dont slow down baby, lose this lady
Keep up with my stuff

Chorus: (mercedes/(odell)

You cant give a little
(girl you know you need a thug
You know you need a thug)
You cant give a little not just a little
(girl you know you need a thug
You know you need a thug)
You cant give a little
(girl you know you need a thug)
You can give a little not just a little
Mercedes/(odell)
You cant give a little
(girl you know you need a thug
You know you need a thug)
You cant give a little not just a little
(girl you know you need a thug
You know you need a thug)
You cant give a little, not just a little
And assume that I will give into this love

Master p talking:

Whats up with them thuggettes out there?
I need a thug, ya heard me?
Ha, mercedes, thugged out.
See what I mean bout being a thug?
Nigga aint trying to hear all that hootin and hollerin.
Fussin and fightin.
Be bout your paper.
Be down for your nigga.
Yall niggas be down for your bitch.
Nigga, thats some thug shit.
Whats up to all my motherfucking thugs out there?
My nigga popeye laying it down.
With miss mercedes, odell.
Thug nigga los on the beat.
You know Im thugged out, mp.
Ha ha.
Nigga we thugs till eternity over here at no limit. (ugh!)
And all yall real thug bitches. (where they at? )
Aint nothin but thug love. (where them thug niggas at? )
Yall know what I mean.
Whats up, lets roll on these bitches (hoody hooo.)
Get your money.
Ha ha. (fuckin paper.)
Thug niggas and bitches. (get em up.)
Floss your motherfucking ice. (get em up.)
Raise your rollies. (put em up in the air.)
Cause it aint no motherfucking limit. (hum bro.)
R&b mixed with motherfucking rap.
Now thats thug shit, ha ha.
I told ya nigga, it aint over.