Popeye - I Need a Thug lyrics

O'Dell: 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 isn't who you though he was, from second hand to man, caught a buzz He don't 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 k**ers that rome the streets and don't give a f** what your knife say We might break, don't handle we follow within the moon Resting beside the gun for the sun that's coming soon Chorus: Mercedes/(O'Dell) You can't give a little (Girl you know you need a thug You know you need a thug) You can't give a little not just a little (Girl you know you need a thug You know you need a thug) You can't give a little (Girl you know you need a thug) You can' give a little not just a little And a**ume that I'm a give you what you need Verse 2: (Mercedes) You got my head down and I still thinking I can't see This things not 69, it's 68 owe, one you and me Lately you ain't been tryin to keep up with my love If you can't 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 Don't slow down baby, lose this lady Keep up with my stuff Chorus: (Mercedes/(O'Dell) You can't give a little (Girl you know you need a thug You know you need a thug) You can't give a little not just a little (Girl you know you need a thug You know you need a thug) You can't give a little (Girl you know you need a thug) You can' give a little not just a little Mercedes/(O'Dell) You can't give a little (Girl you know you need a thug You know you need a thug) You can't give a little not just a little (Girl you know you need a thug You know you need a thug) You can't give a little, not just a little And a**ume that I will give into this love Master P talking: What's 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? n***a ain't trying to hear all that hootin and hollerin Fussin and fightin Be bout your paper Be down for your n***a Y'all n***as be down for your b**h n***a, that's some thug sh** What's up to all my motherf**ing thugs out there? My n***a Popeye laying it down With Miss Mercedes, O'Dell Thug n***a 'Los on the beat You know I'm thugged out, MP Ha ha n***a we thugs till eternity over here at No Limit. (Ugh!) And all yall real thug b**hes. (Where they at?) Ain't nothin but thug love. (Where them thug n***as at?) Y'all know what I mean What's up, let's roll on these b**hes (Hoody hooo.) Get your money Ha ha. (f**in paper.) Thug n***as and b**hes. (Get 'em up.) Floss your motherf**ing ice. (Get 'em up.) Raise your Rollies. (Put 'em up in the air.) Cause it ain't No motherf**ing Limit. (Hum bro.) R&B mixed with motherf**ing rap Now that's thug sh**, ha ha I told ya n***a, it ain't over