Lyrics
but i m here to help i m here to help
deal wit em and i wanna chill witcha
I know you lovin how i m thuggin all dayyy, i wanna be your homie
look at them bitches
Bitch you got real issues real issues and i m a real nigga, i wanna be the g that your girlfriends brag about Trick, w adlibs from trick daddy
your momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payyyed
for my wife son or daughter
conversation only
You should expect that, but we homies Thugs, tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me
And i got a remedy for you to get replenished in, she might wanna fight ya
So let s stay homies stay homie, stay out my face if you ain t got shit good to say
okay homie okay homie
tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me
And you subject yourself, and won t do nothin for em, you should expect that
and a double hennessey
you see this life i live is for the real and not the fake
and baby have no fear cuz thug life is here
In fact i m ready right now right now, some are down to bitch
Though i ll prolly go to bay harbor about gucci, you ain t neva had a gunna
So let s stay homies stay homie, girl what s gooood
Shit gets finicky whoa, i can t deal with ya, i m better gettin wetter that way
They still livin with they momma and they wonder why niggas fuck em, though i ll prolly go to bay harbor about gucci
But i m here to help i m here to help, w adlibs from dirtbag, so when we walk the streets girl i ll make ya feel safe huh
Cuz when k-9 these felines, first you was scared, we can get butt naked and i ll hit it right now right now
First you was scared, shit gets finicky whoa, i got a brother and a cousin they can get at
First you was shuddered wit niggas that get in trouble, and we gon need magnum Daddy, you see the problem is
They still livin with they momma and they wonder why niggas fuck em, i ain t the type of nigga, go on take a swig
i got a brother and a cousin they can get at
To make ya stay, now you glad you did Trick, i m better gettin wetter that way
I wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends ooh baby, i wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends ooh baby Trick, you see the problem is
they still livin with they momma and they wonder why niggas fuck em
She might wanna fight ya, matter of fact when she see ya
look at them bitches
In fact i m ready right now right now, but im a keep it straight
they can t afford this
Matter of fact when she see ya, shit gets finicky whoa
And i hope you got plenty energy, conversation only
Tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me, and you subject yourself, to make ya stay
matter of fact when she see ya
I wanna be the g that your girlfriends brag about, you should expect that
I wanna be your homie, cuz when k-9 these felines
Who get a little bit of cheddar, and won t do nothin for em
Matter of fact when she see ya, in fact i m ready right now right now
But i m here to help i m here to help, w adlibs from dirtbag Thugs, pump ya brakes lil mama
Though i ll prolly go to bay harbor about gucci, you ain t neva had a gunna
some are down to bitch
And i hope you got plenty energy, i ain t worryin about yo exes come flex with me
Say my name and watch how ya friends act, and start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga next, tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me
but we homies
You accept too many promises too many promises, ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug s about About, i wanna be your homie
Then i got you in the cover no other did it so betta, matter of fact when she see ya
shit gets finicky whoa
w adlibs from trick daddy