Jennifer Lopez - Troubeaux (feat. Nas) | Текст песни

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• Jennifer Lopez
• Troubeaux (feat. Nas)

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This love is so dangerous
But I kinda like the thrill
It’s like a sugar rush
It's all in the way you make me feel
I didn't see you coming
But you broke me down
Cause you got some nerve about you
Walk up like I know you
Bald head and your tattoos
One smile and…oh

I gotta admit you’re fly
And I'm loving how you talk bae
Getting all in my mind
Running it like a field play
I didn’t see you coming
But you broke me down
Cause you got some nerve about you
Walk up like I know you
Bald head and your tattoos
Damn
This is ain’t no ordinary boy
This is ain’t no ordinary boy
See the funny thing about you
You got me doing things I wouldn’t do
You ain’t no ordinary boy
You gon’ be trouble
You gon’ be trouble
You gon’ be trouble

I deep down know I, should be good
I ain't blind
You’re the kinda guy that always got all these girls running after you
Do I entertain or play with you
Or just be cool
Cause you got some nerve about you
Walk up like I know you
Bald head and your tattoos
One smile and…oh

Don’t slip
I think I’m about to fall
So close
Wrapped up in the heat of it all
I'm having fantasies
Of how it’s gonna be
Cause you got some nerve about you
Walk up like I know you
Bald head and your tattoos
Damn
This is ain’t no ordinary boy
This is ain’t no ordinary boy
See the funny thing about you
You got me doing things I wouldn’t do
You ain’t no ordinary boy
You gon’ be trouble
You gon’ be trouble
You gon’ be trouble

[Nas]
Yo, got Henny in the cup, Jenny knows whats up
She with a real one not pretending to be tough
Got three cases, might have a warrant I don't know about
Beef I don't know about, weed I can’t go without
My money used to pile up every beginning of the month
Unconditional love, in the beginning it was lust
Hustler, shooter, was a dealer on the block
Now my future’s on top no longer dealing with the thots
I don’t go nowhere without the handle
Like I heard little pussy was out in Louisiana
Got friends in the fed, some dead over drugs
Fucking with me it’s high-risk but she still in love
(We in love baby)
Benny Medina might wanna pay me to leave ya
I’m bad for your image, the ghetto menacing diva
‘Cause some say Nas is trouble
We all live, just ignore them nice guys is boring, I got you

This is ain’t no ordinary boy
This is ain’t no ordinary boy
See the funny thing about you
You got me doing things I wouldn’t do
You ain’t no ordinary boy
You gon’ be trouble
You gon’ be trouble
You gon’ be trouble