Red Cafe - Thug Passion Lyrics

Red Cafe – Thug Passion Lyrics

I got money and hoes, money and hoes,
School body gallon, low by the ows,
Birds by the fly, they don’t do no flying,
They just go for pitching, I remember all rewind.
Wheels on dubs, limousine tittie,
Riding dirty on the interstates stash box city,
Down bitch love it, thug passion,
True elligit lawful, it’s thug fashion.
I’m block jumping, flipping, olimpian,
Everything’s straight right here, Indian.
Hold up, welcome to the future,
Where the bitches getting naked, ‘cause them downers looking fusion.
Got a hundred in my pocket, feeling make another hundred,
Get a pack to my little homie, call him running.
If a nigger grind on, winning, checking numbers,
We can balls up on summer.

Nigger that’s thug passion, dirty money on the couch,
Picking up stacks, a nigger work out,
Thug passion, you know I’m space trapped,
Fucking on a dime and she’s fucking back.
That’s thug passion, thug passion,
Thug passion, nigger that’s thug passion,
Thug passion, thug passion.

Look, I’m living sucker free, motherfucking G,
The bitch selling pussy, but she fuck me for free.
They call me a dime, I gotta agree,
I’m getting money pro, I got the degree.
My hustle game wicked any of the digits,
My life is a movie, you should buy a ticket.
Took Shawty a roof first, got her an entrée,
Now that girl dancing like Beyonce.
She attracted to the thug passion,
Pulling double shifts, nigger, long lasting,
I’m a soldier, east side soldier,
Look how much a nigger hitting hoes set me so soon.

Hello, caffee, what’s your order?
Make it quick, a nigger busy, got another caller.
Never been a sucker, never been broke,
Never gave a fuck, real niggers make a toast.

Nigger that’s thug passion, dirty money on the couch,
Picking up stacks, a nigger work out,
Thug passion, you know I’m space trapped,
Fucking on a dime and she’s fucking back.
That’s thug passion, thug passion,
Thug passion, nigger that’s thug passion,
Thug passion, thug passion.

That money got my name on it,
That money got my name on it,
I gotta get it.
That money got my name on it,
That money got my name on it,
And imma get it.
That money got my name on it,
That money got my name on it,
I gotta get it.
That money got my name on it,
That money got my name on it.

Nigger that’s thug passion, dirty money on the couch,
Picking up stacks, a nigger work out,
Thug passion, you know I’m space trapped,
Fucking on a dime and she’s fucking back.
That’s thug passion, thug passion,
Thug passion, nigger that’s thug passion,
Thug passion, thug passion.

[Red Cafe – Thug Passion Lyrics]