Greg Street Thug Like Me Lyrics

Thug Like Me Lyrics

f/ Deuce Poppi, Trina



[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 class 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 cockpit 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 - aint'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 aint 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 brass 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)