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T.H.U.G. (Trade)

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Todrick Hall - T.H.U.G. (Trade) Lyrics


[Verse 1]Yo, yo, yoI used to fucks with them Ken doll types (mwah)Them femme doll typesI had to switch up the hims I like (switch)Get a cap with the brims I likeHe got that whip with the rims I like (woo, woo)Get that good right swipeType that the Khloe and Kims all likeKims all like, yep (yeah, yeah, yeah)I'm looking for a gangsta who keep a pretty stack (ka-ching)Now he ain't moving, but he packin' in the front and back (you know it)His name ain't Kenny G (what), but he blow it like a saxSaggin', he swaggin', yeah, he a snack (gimme, oh yeah)[Chorus]Tough lovers (tough lovers)Hood brothers (hood brothers)Undercovers (undercovers)He got guns like a motherfuckerBang bang, pull that thang 'til he cash itClassy in the streets but we ratchetGimme a, gimme a thugI need a, I need a, I need a thugFind me a, find me a, find me a thugI want a, I want a, I want a thugGimme a, gimme a, gimme a heartbreaker with the taper fadeAnd he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade[Verse 2]Yeah, I used to fall for them cute boy types (woo)Them fruit boy typesI had enough of them prude boy types (uh)Had to switch to them rude boy (hey) typesWalk and he talk like them dude boy types (swaggin')Toppin' and screwed boy typesYou he eat booty for food boy types (rrrooo, ah, ah)Food boy types yep (yeah, yeah, yeah)I'm lookin' for a gangsta (gangsta) who got that eggplant (you know it)He ain't at Kinkos but he printing in them sweatpants (I see it)When he do it like he do, he make that bed dance (yup)Got a brotha doing head stands (yeah, haha, haha)[Chorus]Tough lovers (tough lovers)Hood brothers (hood brothers)Undercovers (undercovers)He got guns like a motherfuckerBang bang, pull that thang 'til he cash itClassy in the streets but we ratchetGimme a, gimme a thugI need a, I need a, I need a thugFind me a, find me a, find me a thugI want a, I want a, I want a thugGimme a, gimme a, gimme a heartbreaker with the taper fadeAnd he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade[Bridge]The way he lickin' them, lickin' them lips (he trade)The way he thrustin' them, thrustin' them hips (he trade)The way he lean back in the 'cedesWhen he drivin' me he be drivin' me crazy (he trade)The way he talk real deep when he want it (he trade)The way he put it on me in the morning (he trade)The way he callin' me up when he hornyThese other brothers can't do nothing for me (gimme, one, yeah)[Chorus]Tough lovers (tough lovers)Hood brothers (hood brothers)Undercovers (undercovers)He got guns like a motherfuckerBang bang, pull that thang 'til he cash itClassy in the streets but we ratchetGimme a, gimme a thugI need a, I need a, I need a thugFind me a, find me a, find me a thugI want a, I want a, I want a thugGimme a, gimme a, gimme a heartbreaker with the taper fadeAnd he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade

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