T.h.u.g. (trade) Lyrics - Todrick Hall

Yo, yo, yo 

I used to fucks with them Ken doll types, mwah 

Them femme doll types 

I had to switch up the hems I like, switch 

Get a cap with the brims I like 

He got that whip with the rims I like 

Get that good right swipe 

Tyga to Khloe and Kims all like 

Kims all like yep, yeah, yeah, yeah 

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I'm looking for a gangsta who keep a pretty stack (ka-ching) 

Now he ain't moving, but he packin' in the front and back 

His name ain't Kenny G, but he blow it like a sax 

Saggin', he swaggin', yeah, he a snack 

Tough lovers (tough lovers) 

Hood brothers (hood brothers) 

Undercovers (undercovers) 

He got guns like a motherfucker 

Bang bang, pull that thang 'til he cash it 

Classy in the streets but we ratchet 

Gimme a, gimme a thug 

I need a, I need a, I need a thug 

Find me a, find me a, find me a thug 

I want a, I want a, I want a thug 

Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a heartbreaker with the taper fade 

And he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade 

Yeah, I used to fall for them cute boy types 

Them fruit boy types 

I had enough of them prude boy types 

Had to switch to them rude boy types 

Walk and he talk like them dude boy types (swaggin') 

Toppin' and screwed boy types 

You he eat booty for food boy types 

Food boy types yep, yeah, yeah, yeah 

I'm lookin' for a gangsta who got that eggplant 

He ain't at Kinkos but he printing in them sweatpants (I see it) 

When he do it like he do, he make that bed dance 

Got a brotha doing head stands 

Tough lovers (tough lovers) 

Hood brothers (hood brothers) 

Undercovers (undercovers) 

He got guns like a motherfucker 

Bang bang, pull that thang 'til he cash it 

Classy in the streets but we ratchet 

Gimme a, gimme a thug 

I need a, I need a, I need a thug 

Find me a, find me a, find me a thug 

I want a, I want a, I want a thug 

Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a heartbreaker with the taper fade 

And he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade 

The way he lickin' them, lickin' them lips (he trade) 

The way he thrustin' them, thrustin' them hips (he trade) 

The way he lean back in the 'cedes 

When he drivin' me he be drivin' me crazy (he trade) 

The way he talk real deep when he want it (he trade) 

The way he put it on me in the morning (he trade) 

The way he callin' me up when he horny 

These other brothers can't do nothing for me 

Tough lovers (tough lovers) 

Hood brothers (hood brothers) 

Undercovers (undercovers) 

He got guns like a motherfucker 

Bang bang, pull that thang 'til he cash it 

Classy in the streets but we ratchet 

Gimme a, gimme a thug 

I need a, I need a, I need a thug 

Find me a, find me a, find me a thug 

I want a, I want a, I want a thug 

Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a heartbreaker with the taper fade 

And he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade