Text: LaLa. Sprung On A Thug.

It was a low key sat the summer of 03
me & my chikas chillin feelin fly in my fav jeans
when the chevy rolled up bouncin 4 vatoz deep
he was trynna get at me
in no time i was all weak in luv....

boy u neva actin rt
but u got me actin like
& all my real homegrls dont know y and neither do i...

could it be the way..he touch me
how he hold me
why he got me doin all these things
guess im sprung on this thug
and i don't know y
he's hustlin
he's ridin
he's out there doin all these things
but im sprung on this thug
and i don't y

sometimes it can b crazy sumtimes it feelz so good
but if ne1 disrespects me u'll bring out da hood
but itz all this bk and forth wit u
twisted up in court
alwayz say u gettin rt BUT
u jus can't leave dat life alone

REPEAT(hook)

all my mijas bang on me but they don't understand
"LaLa we ain't seein u u always wit ur man..."
they say he aint no good 4 me
is this really where i wanna b
"so y's he in yo life"
i dunno but he works it rt!