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In Love Wit A Thug (Radio Edit) (feat. R. Kelly) - Sharissa

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(Ladies, I got something on my mind)

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(Ooh, let me take a second)

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(Raise your hand if you feel me)

I’m always staying up late

Wondering if you're coming home, okay

I know you gotta make ends meet

That why you're out there on the streets

See I understand the game

But I know there might just come a day

When your sister or your mama calls

And tells me that you’ve been taken away

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, yea)

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, yea, yea)

Sometimes I hate being part of this ghetto love

(Oh, no)

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(Be quiet, na, na, na, na)

I understand that you're concerned about me

Don’t me you go putting our business in the streets

Girl, you know we got these

So instead of singing songs let's talk about it later

I had a job that I really didn’t wanna quit

I just got tired of taking all of the bullshh

See I been working at Mickie D’s about 4 years now

And I just think it's time to get up off these burgers now

Took a lot for us to get out in these suburbs

Took a lot for me to buy you all these nice furs

We’ll go to church and pray about it and I promise that

But girl, bare with me to I open up this Laundromat

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(See a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do)

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(Baby, the streets have nothing to do with me and you)

Sometimes I hate being part of this ghetto love

(Now I know I’m not perfect, babe)

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(One thing I know that is that I love you, baby)

Now we gotta run and hide, you my man

So I’m stayin’ by your side

(That’s what I’m talking 'bout, baby)

Mama, we gonna move down south, when this heat cools down

We’ll be alright

(I think that would be best)

He’s gotta few peeps down there

With some cash and a place to lay our heads

(And I could trust them, baby)

I guess he didn’t know them that well

'Cause we’re locked up, they all turned out to be fake

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes)

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

(Sometimes I hate it)

Sometime I hate it

(But I’m gon’ stand by you)

Sometime I hate it

(No matter what we go through)

Sometime I hate it

(Through thick and thin)

Sometime I hate it

(You're my love)

Sometime I hate it

(See they can lock me up)

Sometime I hate it

(Throw away the key)

Sometime I hate it

(Just as long as you)

Sometime I hate it

(You’re here with me)

Sometimes I hate being in love with a thug

But I love you my baby, so come here and give me a hug