Letra de 'T.H.U.G. (Trade)' de 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 hims I like (switch)
Get a cap with the brims I like

He got that whip with the rims I like (woo, woo)
Get that good right swipe
Type that the Khloe and Kims all like
Kims all like, yep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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 (you know it)
His name ain't Kenny G (what), but he blow it like a sax
Saggin', he swaggin', yeah, he a snack (gimme, oh, yeah)

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 (woo)
Them fruit boy types
I had enough of them prude boy types (uh)
Had to switch to them rude boy (hey) types

Walk and he talk like them dude boy types (swaggin')
Toppin' and screwed boy types
You he eat booty for food boy types (rrrooo, ah, ah)
Food boy types yep (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm lookin' for a gangsta (gangsta) who got that eggplant (you know it)
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 (yup)
Got a brotha doing head stands (yeah, haha, haha)

(Gimme, oh, yeah)
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 (gimme, one, yeah)

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