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T.H.U.G (Trade)
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T.H.U.G (Trade) è stato pubblicato il 27 marzo 2018 da Duetti (Migration) come parte dell'album Forbidden
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Data di uscita27 marzo 2018
EtichettaDuetti (Migration)
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

Testi

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 2]
I used to fucks with them Ken doll types (Muah)
Them femme doll types
I had to switch up the hims I like (Switch)
Get a cap with the brims I like
He got that whip with the rims I like (Vroom)
Get that good right swipe
Type that Khloe and Kims all like
Kims all like, yep, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I'm lookin' for a gangsta who keep a pretty stack (Ka-ching)
Nah, he ain't movin', but he packin' in the front and back (You know it)
His name ain't Kenny G, but he blow it like a sax
Saggin', he swaggin', yeah, he a snack
[Verse 4]
(Gimme one of them)
Tough lovers (Rough lovers)
Hood brothers (Hood brothers)
Undercovers (Undercovers)
He got guns like a motherfucka
Bang, bang, throw that thing till he cash it (Throw it)
Classy in the streets, but we ratchet
[Verse 5]
Gimme a, gimme a (T.H.U.G.)
I need a, I need a, I need a (T.H.U.G.)
Find me a, find me a, find me a (T.H.U.G.)
I want a, I want a, I want a (T.H.U.G.)
Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a
Heartbreaker with the taper fade
And he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I used to fall for them cute boy types
Them fruit boy types
I had enough of them prude boy types
Had to switch to them rude boy types
Walk and he talk like them dude boy types (Swaggin')
Chopped and screwed boy types
Yeah, he eat booty for food boy types
Food boy types, yep, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
I'm lookin' for a gangsta (Gangsta) who got that eggplant (You know it)
He ain't at Kinko's, but he printin' in them sweatpants (I see it)
When he do it like he do, he make that bed dance
Got a brotha doin' headstands
[Verse 8]
(Gimme one of them)
Tough lovers (Rough lovers)
Hood brothers (Hood brothers)
Undercovers (Undercovers)
He got guns like a motherfucka
Bang, bang, throw that thing till he cash it (Throw it)
Classy in the streets, but we ratchet
[Verse 9]
Gimme a, gimme a (T.H.U.G.)
I need a, I need a, I need a (T.H.U.G.)
Find me a, find me a, find me a (T.H.U.G.)
I want a, I want a, I want a (T.H.U.G.)
Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a
Heartbreaker with the taper fade
And he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade
[Verse 10]
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 'Cedes
When 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 mornin' (He trade)
The way he call me up when he horny
These other brothas can't do nothin' for me
[Verse 11]
(Gimme one of them)
Tough lovers (Rough lovers)
Hood brothers (Hood brothers)
Undercovers (Undercovers)
He got guns like a motherfucka
Bang, bang, throw that thing till he cash it (Throw it)
Classy in the streets, but we ratchet
[Verse 12]
Gimme a, gimme a (T.H.U.G.)
I need a, I need a, I need a (T.H.U.G.)
Find me a, find me a, find me a (T.H.U.G.)
I want a, I want a, I want a (T.H.U.G.)
Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a
Heartbreaker with the taper fade
And he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade
Written by: Carl Seante Mcgrier, Jeeve Ducornet, Kofi Owusu-Ofori, Todrick Hall
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