Thug Lovin Lyrics by Ja Rule

Thug Lovin Lyrics

    (feat. Bobby Brown)


    What up, Gotti, yeah

    This is how it’s goin’ down

    (All we need is a a stage, Gotti)

    Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, come on, ha-ha-ha)

    It’s on and poppin’, baby (It’s on and poppin’)

    The Last Temptation, ha-ha

    He’s back

    Y’all know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout

    To the world over, B. Brown

    Come on, come on



    I know you’re gettin’ bored

    Dealin’ with him

    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’

    Thug lovin’



    And I know you’re gettin’ bored

    Dealin’ with him

    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’

    Thug lovin’



    And I know you’re gettin’ bored



    I know you’re livin’ your life faithfully, safely,

    away from me

    But you miss bein’ next to me, don’t you

    Don’t let her love haunt you, lust for what you wanted

    Go for your guns and back out on anyone who tries to

    interfere or intervene on me

    Peelin’ your wide body out of them tight jeans

    Wrist on freeze, see it’s on me

    Shoes 19, comin’ through in that new Bentley thing

    From town to town and city to city

    You and I make headlines like Lo and Diddy and Bob and

    Whitney

    It appears the Lord sent me a pound ??

    Real devilish and freak that ***

    Forget the story, I know you’re gettin’ bored

    And you ain’t gettin’ horny no more, is he

    ‘Cause when it’s all said and done, it’s me

    Lovin’, thuggin’ you



    I know you’re gettin’ bored

    Dealin’ with him

    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’

    Thug lovin’



    And I know you’re gettin’ bored

    Dealin’ with him

    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’

    Thug lovin’



    And I know you’re gettin’ bored



    Sweet thing livin’ it

    Won’t you let me let you live it a little bit

    I know a stressful relationship is hard to deal with

    But ?? had to deal with it

    On your weekly visits

    Use a code name to protect the innocent

    Maybe I’m true generous

    Generally believin’ that all women want me

    They don’t wanna get even

    But who do you believe in

    Is it money or God

    Betray your trust, sustain your vows

    Secretly or sacred

    ‘Cause I love it when you rock your body-body

    Move your body-body

    Rip up on the Bacardi

    And roll up along side me

    I love to see you wild and free

    But occasionally you get cold wet feet

    And all that it means to me is that you need my heat

    ‘Cause when it’s said and done you’re gonna want me

    Lovin’, thuggin’ you



    I know you’re gettin’ bored

    Dealin’ with him

    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’

    Thug lovin’



    And I know you’re gettin’ bored

    Dealin’ with him

    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’

    Thug lovin’



    And I know you’re gettin’ bored



    Baby, here I’m holdin’ your love hostage

    The ransom for you, sugar, be priceless

    ‘Cause you been gettin’ at me in many a ways

    Now tell your man to watch his back and duck them

    strays

    ‘Cause I been in a rage lately

    Hopin’ God’ll forgive me for all the sin and all the

    woman

    All the drama I been in and it’s just the beginnin’

    I hope your *** so you could see that n**** ain’t

    hooked like me

    ??

    But we one in the same, that’s why we get along

    Freak off and get it on

    When we make love lookin’ somethin’ like soft porno

    Tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home to him

    But the brightest of days just look dim

    When you f***in’ with a loser, baby, you can’t win

    When it’s said and done you’re gonna need me

    Lovin’, thuggin’ you



    I know you’re gettin’ bored

    Dealin’ with him

    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’

    Thug lovin’



    And I know you’re gettin’ bored

    Dealin’ with him

    I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’

    Thug lovin’



    And I know you’re gettin’ bored



    Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule

    B. Brown

    Murder Inc.

    Def Jam, Sony

    This is what we buildin’ here

    Murder Inc.



    Ha-ha-ha

    Bobby Brown

    Murder

    Ha-ha



    It’s that real

    Rule, baby

    Bring it back my, n****

    B. Brown, ha-ha



    And I know you’re gettin’ bored

    Dealin’ with him



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