I'm In Love With a Thug (feat. 40 Cal & Denise Weeks)

Hello, oh' whats up baby, Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now, What?!? Im in tha studio Yo i gotta get ready and go home man I'm in love... With a thug I'm in love... With a GanGsta, Yeh Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every Bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones up.(They Lien) It makes it hard im tryna show her Iv grown up But deep down inside she know i will never give them ho's up She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet Man she know im in love wit' these cold streets So im flowin' threw tha night, just left my bitch house Im going home to my wife, as i live this double life I'm in love... With a thug I'm in love... With a GanGsta, Yeh It started as a crush for years wishin' i could fuck her Next thing i got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind Now im tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through tha brain You know i fean for her like a hit of that Cocain She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse I'm in love... With a thug I'm in love... With a GanGsta, yeh No matter what, no one can judge me or tell me how i could feel Lord knows this man, Is ryde or die, he keeps it so so real Even if his pants hang low, or some times he'll even roc tha corn rows Lord knows my everything, and i gotta GOTTA let'em LET'EM know Now that we argue every night, tha most horrible of fights If i get caught cheatin', U gon' carve me wit' a knife But let's take it back, when we use to party every night I thought you of all people would know its hard to live my life I say Im in tha studio, You say You wit' some groupie ho We going back and forth, GAWW-DAMN, this aint a movie yo I'm not tha one for complainin', be mentally drainin' But some times just listen, its only one thing im sayin'...I Love You I'm in love... With a thug I'm In love... With a GanGsta, Yeh I'm In Love With A Thug Print Correct Hello, oh' whats up baby, Aint doing nothing im on my way home right now, What?!? Im in tha studio Yo i gotta get ready and go home man I'm in love... With a thug I'm in love... With a GanGsta, Yeh Now my wife she won't stop blowin' my phone up Every Bitch conversation they keep throwin' tha Jones up.(They Lien) It makes it hard im tryna show her Iv grown up But deep down inside she know i will never give them ho's up She talk marriage but ya boy froze up, cold feet Man she know im in love wit' these cold streets So im flowin' threw tha night, just left my bitch house Im going home to my wife, as i live this double life I'm in love... With a thug I'm in love... With a GanGsta, Yeh It started as a crush for years wishin' i could fuck her Next thing i got caught up, she had me trippin' like a mushroom Shit became fucked up cause we both became love-struck I be out commitin' crimes, she be still up on my mind Now im tryna shake it off, she still drippin' through tha brain You know i fean for her like a hit of that Cocain She say my thug is like drugs and she need her a rehab And she strung out over love when she see me see relapse I'm in love... With a thug I'm in love... With a GanGsta, yeh No matter what, no one can judge me or tell me how i could feel Lord knows this man, Is ryde or die, he keeps it so so real Even if his pants hang low, or some times he'll even roc tha corn rows Lord knows my everything, and i gotta GOTTA let'em LET'EM know Now that we argue every night, tha most horrible of fights If i get caught cheatin', U gon' carve me wit' a knife But let's take it back, when we use to party every night I thought you of all people would know its hard to live my life I say Im in tha studio, You say You wit' some groupie ho We going back and forth, GAWW-DAMN, this aint a movie yo I'm not tha one for complainin', be mentally drainin' But some times just listen, its only one thing im sayin'...I Love You I'm in love... With a thug I'm In love... With a GanGsta, Yeh