every boy i meet
churpses me with the same speech
"can i have your number
maybe i'll call you tomorra
we can link up sometime
coz baby girl i want you to be mine"
but what he really thinkin is
"set me your digits
hopefully your not a fridgit
i wanna sex you
if your not down with that i wont even text you"
and when you met a boy you wanna get to know
you find out all he wants is a hoe
a girl to get low
a girl who never uses the word no
and when you tell him you aint about that
tells you, you got the wrong impression
"baby girl it aint like that"
keeps sweet talkin you
until you start to believe what he's sayin is true
his nuthin but a playa in disguise
chattin shit, looking into your eyes, tryna mesmorise
now his talkin sweet and you know his lookin fine
you start to miss the obvious signs
youve walked strate into his trap
six months later you see him witha next yat
sit and think about how stupid youve been
ask yourself how you couldnt have seen
but still you keep tellin yourself the same line...
a thug is what i want and a thug is what i need,
theres no such thing as a thug that gives love
his just in love with the struggle and his drugs...