Greg Street - Thug Like Me lyrics

[Hook 1: Deuce Poppi] How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you [Hook 2: Trina] How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you [Verse 1: Trina] I'm a first cla** chick wit a platinum voice See me in Bal Harbor in a platinum Porsche I'ma stay that rich chick - never broke fa sho You wanna send for me - baby charter the G4 That's the Leer Jet - that's how you break me off Touchin in the co*kpit while we takin off You got me ridin in yellow Ferrari's and Harley's Icey Bagari's, midnight manage's "Take it to the House" - let me stretch you out Lock you in my bedroom - I never let you out I got you loose on X, get your mind rollin Handcuffed to the headboard, blindfolded Wit the candles lit - we gettin scandalous The Maridia Suites - In Los Angeles I'm the +Baddest Chick+ - wit that bump and grind And I know just what it take for me to make you mine [Hook 1: Deuce Poppi] How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you [Hook 2: Trina] How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you [Verse 2: Deuce Poppi] Yea, yea, yea You a bad lil summin - ain't'cha?! 20 karat tennis bracelet 'round ya ankle I got the chick like you - wit a lotta loot Body cute enough disguise that body suit - just me and you Round trip to Vegas and back Pop Cris' - shoot dice - and make us a stack You can drive the rest, now give a thug a try I put you in that brand new Benz bucky eye I ain't trickin' baby girl but I break bread You get the "Keys to the Range" like Jagged Edge I wanna lay this pipe till ya half dead I'll cut ya hard enough to break ya bra** bed I wanna teach ya everything that a thug learned Doggystyle on the floor wit the rug burns Lil' Momma if ya scurred, then go to church scared Cause I'ma hit that thang harder than Jevon Kearse Wha wha?! [Hook 1: Deuce Poppi] How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you [Hook 2: Trina] How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you [Verse 3: Deuce Poppi] Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Lil' Momma you finger lickin, like Roscoe's Chicken Wussup wit this stitchin - that midnight trickin? Yo body, I wanna ride like a Ducati Like Kawasaki, mami don't get 'ocki Plus I'm thick stocky and my wrist rocky Just get on top me till that oochie get sloppy Mirrors on the ceiling, look up, you can watch me When you feel that nut comin, scream (Deuce Poppi!!) [Trina] Best believe - playboy when I lay witcha I got "69 Ways" to play witcha I'm a rich chick - I don't need ya bread All I need is yo head 'tween my legs Tell yo girlfriend you comin' home late tonight You straight the night - I'mma get this thang actin' right Admit it - I'm the best that ever did it Anytime - any place - you know a chick wit it [Hook 1: Deuce Poppi] How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you [Hook 2: Trina] How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you (2x's)