Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Thug Love’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
It’s crazy, you’re still pretty when you cry
(We got London on the track)
She want that thug love, yeah
But this ain’t no fucking love song
It’s crazy you’re still pretty when you cry
Push your panty strings over to the side
Gon’ wake up and hit it, while you got your thong on, yeah
You tellin’ me that you want thug love
But you don’t even kiss me when we making love
And that’s how I knew that you was a dog
I cannot blame you
I can’t even lie, I was the same, too
I might be the reason, yeah, I changed you
Girl, I never meant to play you
Now you don’t trust niggas (trust niggas)
The same way I don’t trust bitches (trust bitches)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I was a dog, nigga (dog)
A thug nigga with a heart (a thug nigga with a heart)
Niggas finna send shots tryna get even
Headshot, leave you like a vegetable with needles, yeah
Rattin’, that’s gon’ make them niggas run up on your people, yeah, yeah
Can’t be eatin’ on no cheese, that’s illegal, nah
I just wanna be a rock star like The Beatles
I ain’t no fucking stuntman, Evel Knievel
But I can get you slumped, man, f*ck is you thinking, nigga?
Shooting like a Jumpman, 23 ’em, yeah, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
Yeah, okay, I used to bust juggs with my right hand
Yeah, okay, I used to bag it up with my left hand
To this day I never read the Bible so I might sin, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
I ain’t wanna be a player, ain’t never do it right, yeah
I just hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me
‘Cause I swear I already know that nigga’s grimy
Yeah, that’s how I feel, nigga
I fucked a lot of niggas’ bitches and they still with her
And all the niggas that’s with me, they was there since lil’ niggas
And they the type to go catch a body and not tell niggas
But it’s so hard to tell, though
I just hope you never tell, though, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, just hold it down, yo, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, stick to the damn code, yeah, yeah
I cheated on my girl so she want
All of, all of my passcodes
I was a asshole, I made up time for her
Bought her Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Tom Ford, yeah
But you say you want thug love (say you want thug love)
But this ain’t no fucking love song, yeah, yeah (ain’t no fuckin’ love song)
Ah, ah, pretty when you cry, ah (pretty when you cry)
Pullin’ on your panty strings, put ’em to the side, oh
Wake up, hit it while you still got your thong on, yeah, nah, nah (while you got your thong on)
You say you want thug love, you don’t (you want thug love)
Even kiss me when we make love, oh, yeah, yeah (kiss me when we make love)
You say that I’m a dog, oh
But you don’t even kiss when we make love, oh