Thug Love (Album Version|Explicit) - Remy Ma/Big Pun

Written by：R. Smith/A. Maman/L. Dozier/T. Reddick/M. Jackson

Let me make love love to you

Let me thrill you with my song

Let me replace the love and the faith

Could it be your falling in love

With a thug right now

Could it be your falling in love

With a thug's life style

Could it be your falling in love

Right now right now right now

Could it be it can't be hun I'm calling ya bluff

I must be high off this weed cause I ain't falling in love

All that I eva dreamed off was f**king a thug

So I could bust a few sluggs and sell a little drugs

Be up in the benz chilling rolling ya blunts

Have the Spanish mommies illing cause I'm sitting in front

And n**gas on the block sick like what chu doing wit that spic

Ya'll know Puetro Ricans and Blacks make the cutest kids

Ya hair my eyes ya nose and my lips

If it's a boy I hope that God bless him with his daddy's dick

Sh*t to tell the truth with you I know I'm safe

And another n**ga fronting and get blown in his face

And I like that

You give me love and I give it right back

But when you flip don't you think I ain't gon fight back

Hun you got dough and you know I got a nice stack

So when you mad go ahead take ya ice back

I just throw on some lipstick and the Stylistics

Break-up to Make-up

And you know I hook a steak up

Take you breakfast in bed n**ga soon as you wake up

Get my jewls back and take another trip to see Jacob

Loving the way I do this for you

And every kiss that I blew Poppy Chew was a kiss for you

Stayed true Faithful you can never say I played you

Cuz you ma boo and I can never say I hate you

Could it be your falling in love

With a thug right now

Could it be your falling in love

With a thug's life style

Could it be your falling in love

Right now

Right now

Right now

I swept you offa ya feet you was just walking crossing the street

And you was talking to me or was it my boys in the jeep

Either or she said she loved the way I play ball

Go after the bigger n**gas even though there was nice and tall

Shootin' dice in the hall inside of my doorway checkin' my drawers

Up North style right next to ma boys

Just the little things would impress her a lot

Like when I let her sit in the lex tryna guess where its at

God blessed her with a** she had the perfect mix

She thought marnia was an Indian twist

She had the cinnamon lips the edge was rimmy and crisp

I thought she was Dominican the way she was swinging them hips

I never had a clue that she wanna ride for me

But I'm like Darnell shorty had eyes for me

Its a quarter passed one but thats another song what was wrong

What took so long to put a brotha on

It wasn't long before we start bumpin' and Grindin'

Crushing her spine and had her soundin' like Busta was rhyming

Bustin' her hymen the sight of sex she start busting out cryin'

Her bus went by and she was ready up in there rydin'

Cussin' and wildin' in the back on the porch

Whose p**sy is this

Come on daddy its yours

Could it be your falling in love

With a thug right now

Could it be your falling in love

With a thug's life style

Could it be your falling in love

Right now

Right now

Right now