Thug Chick Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - Master P

[Master P] 

I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail 

and holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer 

and still got a ghetto pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV 

and Paris Hilton get paid to play, that's how I like it 

[Chorus: Master P] 

I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch [repeat 8X] 

[Master P] 

Give me a, country girl with tits like Ali [wolf whistle] 

Ghetto as fuck with a face like Halle 

In the club she likes to get rowdy 

And only fuck with thugs cause you know she 'bout it 

I like 'em black, Puerto Rican, white, Haitian 

Asian, Columbian, latino, Jamaican 

Attitude like Wendy Williams, a ride or die chick 

Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss 

Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me 

Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for me 

Go to school, go to work, talk proper 

Problems in the hood man shorty got the chopper 

Get your nails done, get your hair fixed 

Play it how it go, fuck it, ice up your wrists 

Be a thug chick, keep it real miss 

Tattoos, custom golds, you a boss bitch 

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[Chorus] 

[Halleluyah] 

Look - mami in the club and she shakin like she workin 

Look - mami movin right, man I'm likin how she twerkin 

Man she do it all night, like she ride with a purpose 

And like Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy 

Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple 

I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk you 

I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances 

She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah 

Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla 

Buyin drinks, writin phone numbers a hundred dollars 

I'ma tell you like this, I ain't gotta do shit 

Cause she catch cold chills when she glance at the wrist - heyy 

Mami got the Louis with the Prada on her hip 

And them six inch heels got her flossin so sick 

And them Christian Dior's lookin good on her frame 

I like how you move, keep doin yo' thang 

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[Chorus] 

[Master P - fading out] 

Do that dance [repeat 4X] 

Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay! 

Do that dance [repeat 4X] 

Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay!