Master P

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  • Master P Thug Chick Lyrics

           

    (feat. Halleluyah)

    [Master P]
    I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail
    and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer
    and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV
    and Paris Hilton get paid to play, that's how I like it

    [Chorus: Master P]
    I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch [repeat 8X]

    [Master P]
    Give me a, country girl with tits like Ali [wolf whistle]
    Ghetto as fuck with a face like Halle
    In the club she likes to get rowdy
    And only fuck with thugs cause you know she 'bout it
    I like 'em black, Puerto Rican, white, Haitian
    Asian, Columbian, latino, Jamaican
    Attitude like Wendy Williams, a ride or die chick
    Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss
    Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me
    Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for me
    Go to school, go to work, talk proper
    Problems in the hood man shorty got the chopper
    Get your nails done, get your hair fixed
    Play it how it go, fuck it, ice up your wrists
    Be a thug chick, keep it real miss
    Tattoos, custom golds, you a boss bitch

    [Chorus]

    [Halleluyah]
    Look - mami in the club and she shakin like she workin
    Look - mami movin right, man I'm likin how she twerkin
    Man she do it all night, like she ride with a purpose
    And like Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy
    Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple
    I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk you
    I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances
    She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah
    Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla
    Buyin drinks, writin phone numbers a hundred dollars
    I'ma tell you like this, I ain't gotta do shit
    Cause she catch cold chills when she glance at the wrist - heyy
    Mami got the Louis with the Prada on her hip
    And them six inch heels got her flossin so sick
    And them Christian Dior's lookin good on her frame
    I like how you move, keep doin yo' thang

    [Chorus]

    [Master P - fading out]
    Do that dance [repeat 4X]
    Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!
    Do that dance [repeat 4X]
    Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!

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