Low G - Thug Girl lyrics
Hook: South Park Mexican (Russell Lee in background) A thug girl, a thug girl (Thug) A thug girl, a thug girl (Girl) A thug girl, a thug girl (Thug) Girl, girl, girl, girl (Girl) [Verse 1: Low G] It's me Low G, Sagittarius I like the thug girl that love to stare at us Platinum nails with a matching skirt Thug girl I can make you coochie hurt She rolls with the clique, bad attitude The b**h gettin' rowdy, cause she had a feud About you and your crew, if you talking sh** She gots a .25 with an extra clip Baby girl You make it feel so damn good Ridin' my dick Chunckin' up your hood She like the curls and kick the freestlye verse In the club You pack my gat in your purse She got the nuts on every G I know I love when you holla, "f** the Five-0" I'm a be on your side when you need my help Thug girl Livin' in a gansta world Refrain: Russell Lee Thug girl You're the reason why I love you so I don't want you to go Repeat Hook [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] Well, I like the thug girl with the big brown eyes SPM baby, on the rise She got Versace and a big gold chain Drivin' out of state with my c**aine She know how to roll, big fat sweets Holla, "n***a, you can smoke If you match me" Shoot big dice Jam Spice Crew Eat food with the hands and treat, God's root I do for you Cause you care about me When I was locked down in Harris county Puttin' money in my books For my commissary All my broke homies at home, watchin' Jerry I told her, "I was weary Hooked on Miss Mary" She said she had a boyfriend that she wanted me to bury From there, we hit it off and I must admit Thug girl Thuggin' and I'm loving it Repeat Refrain Repeat Hook [Verse 3: Pimpstress] Well, I'm that thug that you can't resist Crazy a** b**h, I was made for this Got a house full of dope Million dollar kid Nina Ross givin' birth To seventeen kids Can you fit, where you get Extra clip, on my hip Hollow tips, let it zip All, through your sh** If you pa** the cemetary on Main and 5th You can see a collection of my greatest hits As I sipped on Perry On the contrary If you feel me, then holla already Some of you broads Become old news Gettin' tag-teamed and wrecked up by who knows who World rule number one, wanna touch for fun You get touched by gun And to get f**ed with, son Hun Our own lone boy out of control Cause when the sun goes down It's a motherf**in' jungle Repeat Refrain Repeat Hook Twice [South Park Mexican (Russell Lee in background)] A thug girl, a thug girl A thug girl, a thug girl A thug girl, a thug girl (Thug) Girl, girl, girl, girl (Girl) A thug girl, a thug girl (Thug) A thug girl, a thug girl (Girl) A thug girl, a thug girl Girl, girl, girl, girl