Master P - Thug Chick Lyrics
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- Thug Chick Lyrics
Album: Ghetto Bill [Master P] 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 [Chorus: Master P] I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch [repeat 8X] [Master P] Give me a, country girl with tits like Ali [wolf whistle] 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 [Chorus] [Halleluyah] 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 [Chorus] [Master P - fading out] Do that dance [repeat 4X] Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay! Do that dance [repeat 4X] Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!
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