A Boogie Wit da Hoodie – Thug Love Lyrics

Thug Love By A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

It’s crazy, you’re still pretty when you cry
We got London on the track

She want that thug love, yeah
But this ain’t no f—— love song
It’s crazy you’re still pretty when you cry
Push your panty strings over to the side
Gon’ wake up and hit it, why you got your thong on? Yeah
You tellin’ me that you want thug love
But you don’t even kiss me when we making love
And that’s how I knew that you was a dog
I cannot blame you
I can’t even lie, I was the same, too
I might be the reason, yeah, I changed you
Girl, I never meant to play you
Now you don’t trust n—– (Trust n—–)
The same way I don’t trust b—— (Trust b——)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I was a dog, n—- (Dog)
A thug n—- with a heart (A thug n—- with a heart)

N—– finna send shots tryna get even
Headshot, leave you like a vegetable with needles, yeah
Rattin’, that’s gon’ make them n—– run up on your people, yeah, yeah
Can’t be eatin’ on no cheese, that’s it, n—-, nah
I just wanna be a rock star like The Beatles
I ain’t no f—— stuntman, Evel Knievel
But I can get you stuck, man, f— is you thinking, n—-?
Shooting like a Jumpman, 23 ’em, yeah, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
Yeah, okay, I used to bust juggs with my right hand
Yeah, okay, I used to bag it up with my left hand
To this day I never read the Bible so I might sin, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
I ain’t wanna be a pain, never do it right, yeah
I just hope my daughter never meet a n—- like me
‘Cause I swear I already know that n—-’s grimy
Yeah, that’s how I feel, n—-
I f—– a lot of n—–’ b—— and they still with ’em
And all the n—– that’s with me, they was there since lil’ n—–
And they the type to go catch a body and not tell n—–

But it’s so hard to tell, though
I just hope you never tell, though, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, just hold it down, yo, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, stick to the damn code, yeah, yeah
I cheated on my girl so she want
All of- All of my passcodes
I was a asshole, I made up time for her
Bought her Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Tom Ford, yeah
But you say you want thug love (Say you want thug love)
But this ain’t no f—— love song, yeah, yeah (Ain’t no f—–’ love song)
Ah, ah, pretty when you cry, ah (Pretty when you cry)
Pullin’ on your panty strings, put ’em to the side, oh
Wake up, hit it while you still got your thong on, yeah, nah, nah (While you got your thong on)
You say you want thug love, you don’t (You want thug love)
Even kiss me when we make love, oh, yeah, yeah (Kiss me when we make love)
You say that I’m a dog, oh

But you don’t even kiss when we make love, oh