Thug Luvin' Lyrics - Bobby Brown

Yeah, the tide's goin' down nigga 

All we need is a a stage, Gotti 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon 

It's on and poppin' baby 

The Last Temptation! 

He's back! Whoo 

Y'all know what I'm talkin' bout 

To the world over, B. Brown 

Come on, come on 

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him 

I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' 

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him 

I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' 

And I know you're gettin' bored 

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I know you're livin your life, faithfully 

Safe from me, away from me, but you miss bein' next to me 

Don't you. don't let our love haunt you 

Lust for what you want and go for your guns 

And back out on anyone tries to interfere or intervene 

With me peelin' your wide body outta them tight jeans 

Wrist on freeze, seats on lean, shoes 19 

Comin' through in that Bentley thang 

The top of the town, the keys to the city 

You and I make headlines 

Like Lo, and Diddy, Bob and Whitney 

I'm here 'cuz the Lord sent me pound push like a fugilist 

But I'm real devilish and freak that bad bitches, shit 

But you, a different story and I know you're gettin' bored and 

And he ain't gettin' you horny no more, is he? 

When it's all said and done, it's me 

Lovin', thuggin' 

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him 

I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' 

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him 

I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' 

And I know you're gettin' bored 

Sweet thang livin' it 

Won't you let me let you live it a little bit? 

I know a stressful relationship is hard to deal with 

But here's how you deal with it 

On your weekly visits, use a code name 

To protect the innocent, maybe I'm too generous 

Generally believin' that all women want me 

They don't wanna get even, but who do you believe in? 

Is it money or God? Betrayal or trust, sustain your vows 

Secretly or sacred' cuz I love it when you pop your body, body 

Move your body, body, drink up all the Bacardi 

And roll up alongside me, I love too see you wild and free 

But occasionally you get cold wet feet 

And all that it means to me is that you need my heat 

'Cuz when it's said and done you're gonna want me 

Lovin', thuggin', baby, baby 

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him 

I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' 

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him 

I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' 

And I know you're gettin' bored 

Baby girl, here I'm holdin' your love hostage 

The ransom for you, sugar, be priceless 

'Cuz you been gettin' at me in many a ways 

Now, tell your man to watch his back and duck them strays 

'Cuz I been in a rage lately 

Hopin' God'll forgive me for all the sin and all the woman 

All the drama I been in and it's just the beginnin' 

I hope your watchin' so you could see that nigga ain't built like me 

The black sheep of my family 

But we one in the same, that's why we get along 

Freak off and get it on 

When we make love lookin' somethin' like soft porn 

Tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home to him? 

But the brightest of your days just goin' look dim 

'Cuz you fuckin' with a loser, baby, you can't win 

When it's said and done you're gonna need me 

Lovin', thuggin', baby, baby 

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him 

I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' 

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him 

I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' 

And I know you're gettin' bored, baby 

Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule 

B. Brown Murder Inc. 

Def Jam, Sony 

This is what we buildin' here 

Classic shit 

Murder Inc. 

Ja, B. Brown, Murder 

It's that real shit, Rule, baby 

Bring it back my, niggaz 

Goddammit, Goddammit 

Goddammit, look at these kids here 

Now, tell me this ain't no mothrfuckin' games we shit here 

Big Brown and motherfuckin' Ja Rule 

I.G., you son of a bitch he did it again 

Motherfucker called B. Brown is back 

Ain't that some shit 

I'm motherfuckin' big Remo in this bitch 

I'm here to let you know 

We ain't playin' man