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Thug Love (Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Miguel Sivad
Language: English
Length: 3:40
Written by: Alex Davis




Miguel Sivad - Thug Love (Freestyle) Lyrics




Alright, I hope y'all using this time to self Quarantine
That mean get away from your problems,
Get away from your enemies, Figure yourself out

Yea, and I'm in the studio
Look
One, two, three
(One, two)
Why these niggas hating on me
(I don't know)
I got the game on lock and you can't find the Key
(No you can't)
I'm a artist im bout to whip a masterpiece
(Watch me whip it)
One, two, three
(One, Two)
I don't know why they mad at me
(Why they mad)
Yea, I got the game on lock no key
I swear to god I been up in the game and Nothing never coming free
Goddamn
I came up from the bottom no drake
I seen it on my side I know that you fake
I cut yall other niggas off like cake
Ok I'm bout to go and bake y'all niggas
That's that wake and bake
I found out that y'all faking great
Ok I tie my boots up and I run the race
I'm in first place, y'all couldn't surpass me
Swear to go I put you in a wheel chair, drake On Degrassi
That mean you crippled this is off the rip
Ok yo bitch she all up on my tip
I ain't no blood nigga, but I know she love a Crip
I ain't no crip nigga, but I know she love a Blood
Blood thicker than water but blood a liquid too
They Contemplating on how the f*ck they end Ya crew
I got that old cross on me like uncle drew
We ran away from corona it used to be the flu
Speaking of flu, I got that flu game
And yo bitch she giving good brain
Umm call me Thomas cause I beat the train
Ok I'm fresh to death I'm looking like a bottle Of gain
I ain't got much to lose
I got more to gain
Ok y'all switching y'all flows y'all did it for the Fame
Ok I keep it one hundred because my crew one Hundred
These niggas hating, I swear to god that these Niggas stuntin
Damn

She don't want no war
She just want love
(Well imma go and give her thug love)
And I'm bout to be that nigga that can give her Thug love
(Yea she on them good drugs)
And she don't want no war
She just want love
(She just want love)
And Imma be the nigga the type to give her Thug love
(Give her thug love, yea she on them good drugs)
The type to give her thug love, The type to Give her thug love

Big body in the paint, ok I smoke Karem I Couldn't ever faint
I'm bout to go and blank
I don't need no pen
I don't need no paper
Swear to god I couldn't mess up
I don't need erasers
Just punch me out and punch me in
Like a time sheet
Okay I seen you new niggas yea yall flows
Weak
Okay I seen you new niggas and y'all bars Weak
Okay I couldn't be beat
Okay I seen y'all new niggas and y'all can't Accept defeat
These niggas hating on me
Swear to god the drip with the leak
Sivad at his peak, and now y'all tryna get a Sneak peak
Ok these niggas hating on me man I'm weak Like the week
And I ain't talking weekends
But yea she wanna party on the weekend
Then I get her to her crib she freakin'
I ain't no deacon but this dick holy
Money coming in left hand shooters
Feeling like ginoblli
Goddamn
Okay I'm going stupid , going crazy
Going brazy
Ok I seen y'all other niggas man y'all way to Lazy
C-R-A-Z-Y
And something Sivad can't do is tell a lie
Cause I'm too real for these other niggas,
Cause they fake
I cut them off just like a slice of cake
Goddamn
I'm to real for the phonies
Ok these niggas don't want beef they want Baloney
Goddamn
I'm too real, I'm to raw like Monday nights
And you bitch she on my dick, I know she Wanna fight
Ok she wanna ride the boat nah she gone ride The bike
She gone ride the bike
She wanna ride the boat but she gone ride the Bike
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English

Alright, I hope y'all using this time to self Quarantine
That mean get away from your problems,
Get away from your enemies, Figure yourself out

Yea, and I'm in the studio
Look
One, two, three
(One, two)
Why these niggas hating on me
(I don't know)
I got the game on lock and you can't find the Key
(No you can't)
I'm a artist im bout to whip a masterpiece
(Watch me whip it)
One, two, three
(One, Two)
I don't know why they mad at me
(Why they mad)
Yea, I got the game on lock no key
I swear to god I been up in the game and Nothing never coming free
Goddamn
I came up from the bottom no drake
I seen it on my side I know that you fake
I cut yall other niggas off like cake
Ok I'm bout to go and bake y'all niggas
That's that wake and bake
I found out that y'all faking great
Ok I tie my boots up and I run the race
I'm in first place, y'all couldn't surpass me
Swear to go I put you in a wheel chair, drake On Degrassi
That mean you crippled this is off the rip
Ok yo bitch she all up on my tip
I ain't no blood nigga, but I know she love a Crip
I ain't no crip nigga, but I know she love a Blood
Blood thicker than water but blood a liquid too
They Contemplating on how the f*ck they end Ya crew
I got that old cross on me like uncle drew
We ran away from corona it used to be the flu
Speaking of flu, I got that flu game
And yo bitch she giving good brain
Umm call me Thomas cause I beat the train
Ok I'm fresh to death I'm looking like a bottle Of gain
I ain't got much to lose
I got more to gain
Ok y'all switching y'all flows y'all did it for the Fame
Ok I keep it one hundred because my crew one Hundred
These niggas hating, I swear to god that these Niggas stuntin
Damn

She don't want no war
She just want love
(Well imma go and give her thug love)
And I'm bout to be that nigga that can give her Thug love
(Yea she on them good drugs)
And she don't want no war
She just want love
(She just want love)
And Imma be the nigga the type to give her Thug love
(Give her thug love, yea she on them good drugs)
The type to give her thug love, The type to Give her thug love

Big body in the paint, ok I smoke Karem I Couldn't ever faint
I'm bout to go and blank
I don't need no pen
I don't need no paper
Swear to god I couldn't mess up
I don't need erasers
Just punch me out and punch me in
Like a time sheet
Okay I seen you new niggas yea yall flows
Weak
Okay I seen you new niggas and y'all bars Weak
Okay I couldn't be beat
Okay I seen y'all new niggas and y'all can't Accept defeat
These niggas hating on me
Swear to god the drip with the leak
Sivad at his peak, and now y'all tryna get a Sneak peak
Ok these niggas hating on me man I'm weak Like the week
And I ain't talking weekends
But yea she wanna party on the weekend
Then I get her to her crib she freakin'
I ain't no deacon but this dick holy
Money coming in left hand shooters
Feeling like ginoblli
Goddamn
Okay I'm going stupid , going crazy
Going brazy
Ok I seen y'all other niggas man y'all way to Lazy
C-R-A-Z-Y
And something Sivad can't do is tell a lie
Cause I'm too real for these other niggas,
Cause they fake
I cut them off just like a slice of cake
Goddamn
I'm to real for the phonies
Ok these niggas don't want beef they want Baloney
Goddamn
I'm too real, I'm to raw like Monday nights
And you bitch she on my dick, I know she Wanna fight
Ok she wanna ride the boat nah she gone ride The bike
She gone ride the bike
She wanna ride the boat but she gone ride the Bike
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Alex Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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